The Apple of my eye
My midnight and my noon,
He is the sun, and the noon.
The Apple of my eye,
Nothing can heal this wound.
The wisest amongst men,
The best and the brightest minds.
No matter how they try,
His equal can't be found.
I weep from joy and pain,
These hot tears scald and sting.
I know what I must say
When we too meet again.
I will be true and plain,
Courteous, calm and kind,
Nothing can bar my way,
Surely he knows my mind.
Негізгі бет "The apple of my eye" (Көзімнің қарасы) Abai Kunanbaev
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