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The word about karakalpaks

I discuss it in silence.
I do not confront a person.
I do not predict by the historian,
I do not argue with my destiny.

Brave Tumaris, of the Massagetes,
I am the steed of the "Forty Girls."
I am a son of the Pechenegs.
I am Karakalpak of the Desert.

Black horse, black warhorse,
My father was a brave man,
Tall and white, black-haired,
His heart is full of fire.

When the horse is unsaddled,
He released it onto the battlefield.
"He said his final words."
And I asked for it.

It must have been his last command.
He uttered as he departed,
"In the place where you are naked,
Save your black cap every time.

Starting with the Karakalpaks,
They were born with their caps.
For many years, they searched far and wide.
But run with the caps.

Despite seeing many things,
His eyes had not yet met defeat.
Even though he lost many times,
His cap never faltered.

Evils have reached many pressures,
Even the Khan couldn't take it off.
If the soul doesn't leave the body,
Even evil spirits couldn't take off the cap.

✨Mektebimizdıń "Jas awdarmashı" dógerek aǵzaları Nawrizbaeva Asiya hám Jumaxanova Gulderaylar tárepinen I.Yusupovtıń "Kól boyında" qosıǵın awdarmalandı.

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