Semetey. The Relocation of Semetey from Bukhara to Talas. Part - 1

Loading gold onto the one-humped camels
After the joyful wedding, Semetey
Said goodbye to Ismail and Temir
And set off on his journey, taking Chachykey with him

He handed the banner to Sara-khan
Seeing that Akshumkar was bored
Semetey stopped along the way
To amuse himself with falconry

Admiring this beautiful procession
Kanykey and Chiyrdy, pleased with fate
Smiled, rejoicing in the wonderful successes
Saying to each other:

- Now we can die peacefully
My dream has been fulfilled by my prayer!
When they approached Kokand
Kanykey said to Semetey:

- I escaped from Talas through Amandzhol
By a roundabout way, it’s safer there
The Kokandis won’t notice us, meanwhile
Let’s go that way now!

Semetey got angry at this:
- I am not afraid of the attacks of the Kokand bands
I will not hide and without advice
I will go straight through Kokand itself!

The Indian, Andijan, and Chambyl khans
Led by the Kokand khan Kozubek
Gathered their people and asked:
- What should we do with this man?

- If we don’t kill Semetey in his youth
He will not leave us in peace!
We will give his head as a gift to Kёbyosh
And receive good from him at once!
Having conspired, they swore an oath
The giants will run to fight Semetey
Preparing this army for battle
The four khans continued to entertain themselves

Learning that Semetey was passing by
Kozubek ordered everyone to prepare for battle
Seeing the approaching army
Semetey exchanged glances with Sara:

- What does this mean? Muslims should not touch us!
The enemy from China has not yet arrived!
Semetey did not pay attention to this
And calmly, peacefully continued on his way

With the cry: "Indostan!", "Kokand!", "Chambyl!"
The warriors began to advance everywhere
Khan Karach and Jenaly, against Semetey
Thirty giants began to attack!

Realizing that enemies were before him
Semetey, like a wild lion
Joined the battle, his eyes sparkled
In fury, he shouted at the attackers:

- This is your sin, you will answer for it!
I did not touch you, you touched me!
In him awakened the thirst for blood
The fierce armor of the descendant of Kankor

Semetey struck Taybuural with a whip
Began to smash the enemy from all sides
He knocked two khans off their horses at once
Like a falcon attacking crows

The giant Orok, who came from India
Having the glory of invincibility
Was like a solid mountain
Challenging Semetey to single combat:

- Let your wish be fulfilled, brave one
Semetey agreed to the heat of battle
He conceded to the giant the right
To be the first of the first to strike!
From the attack, Semetey did not flinch
With the battle cry "Manas!"
He himself struck the giant with a sharp spear
The enemy's head flew off his shoulders at that moment

Thousands of Kokandis were killed
The survivors fled in cowardice
Coming to their khan, Kozubek
The warriors said in unison:

- The son of Manas, mighty Semetey
Can stand against us alone
We hoped to capture him
It is in vain to compete with him now!

Everyone scattered and hid in their homes
Pursuing the Kokandis, Semetey
Approached their city in the dark
But Sara-khan called to renounce the plans

- It is not worth fighting with lowly people!
He insisted, persistently, Sara
- Enough of blood! Spare their lives!
More precious than gold is to hold back for a while!

- These are not Chinese, nor are they the enemies
With whom it is worthy for you to fight!
He persuaded Semetey not to go further
With skill and the right to convince

After this, they all returned to Talas
Day and night on the road without tiring
Kanykey cried out loud from happiness
Telling Semetey about the beauties of the land:

- I will tell you, my son
About the homeland that keeps the memory of Manas
And you remember all my words
About the beautiful city, about Talas!

About the land covered with grass
About the hills wrapped in forests
Where deer roam along the slopes of the mountains
In a rich bliss, framed by wonders
There, in the high mountains, the eye of San Jorgo
Casts a strict gaze over the valley
Further from the pass of Kenkola
Our wonderful Talas has spread out!

In times of misfortune, grief, and trouble
We were deprived of our native land
From our free pastures, cattle were driven away
In the gardens, the barbarians burned the trees!

They cut down the evergreen forest
So that now everything has fallen silent
The nightingale with the ringing voice does not sing
Even the wild beast has fled from here

Only the lonely voice of the cuckoo
Is heard somewhere, far in the mountains
The land rich in wealth
Crystal water runs in its streams!

Many apples on the thick trees
On the birches, birds build their nests
On the velvet pastures, hares play
Colorful foxes weave here and there

There are many marals and ulars here
Wolves, jackals, goats, and badgers
Archars and roe deer roam freely
On the native land, through the depths of centuries!

Faithfully serving on any hunt
The white-tailed, falcon kind
Remember, my son, that in Talas
Lives your native Kyrgyz people!

When you step onto your native land
Will your soul stir with the rustling leaves?
Stop at Kenkola, by the Talas River
Rest from the road, my son, take your time!

Entering Talas, all at once, were horrified
What had suddenly happened to the city without Manas
There were many of the Kyrgyz people here
Now, however, no one remains
To erase the memory of Manas to the end
Kёbyosh and Abyke destroyed the white palace
They tore down the golden support of the yurt
Finally flooded everything with water!

Semetey. The Journey of Semetey to Talas. Part - 6