When I lean on your shoulder,
a sudden frenzy breaks out
and dies in my heart.
O my darling,
let us stop this rage of beating hearts.
Let them not make a record of noise!
When I lay my head on your shoulder,
my soul unlocks as if at royal gates!
My poor heart hides its pulsing beat
my eyes try not to heave a sigh.
I am mesmerised by your innocence.
You are a model of honesty.
I forgive the betrayal of the world
when I lay my head on your shoulder.
Title of poem: When I lean on your shoulder
From: Contemporary Kazakh Poetry, published by NBT, in partnership with
Cambridge University Press
Written by Tanagoz Tolkynkyzy