Semetey. The Battle of Semetey with Abyke and Kyobesh. Part - 1
Kanykey was frightened and, crying loudly,
She began to speak to Semetey in prayer:
- The enemies Abyke and Kyobesh are no joke,
So, prepare well for battle!
Stubborn Semetey did not listen to his mother,
Not wanting to know anything about Abyke and Kyobesh,
He let her words pass by his ears
And calmly lay down to sleep on his bed.
Meanwhile, Kyobesh and Abyke,
Gathering huge armies for a meeting,
Ordered the forty choro to drive them from behind,
They themselves set out ahead on the campaign!
Kanykey saddled the argymak,
Tied her hair on her head,
Put on a hat and protective chainmail,
She began to prepare for the campaign.
No one dared to wake Semetey,
Kanykey saddled Taybuurula,
Fearing that her son might be killed in his sleep,
She quickly gave him clothes and weapons.
Six thousand of Abyke's followers marched,
Accurate archers and marksmen,
Four thousand were led by the son of Muzburchak,
The Kazakh and Kipchak regiments marched on.
The whole earth trembled from the thundering hooves,
To the sounds of trumpets and drums, with great power,
The enemy force approached,
Advancing towards Semetey's white yurt.
Among the brave forty choro,
Driving Abyke's troops into battle,
Disagreements began on the road,
They started to speak among themselves:
- Will we truly honor the spirit of Manas?
Will we urinate on salt, betray our sworn words?
How will we look Semetey in the eyes?
Isn't it better for us to run away from here?
Others were ready to silence
Those who were eager to flee from battle.
The sharp-tongued Shuutu, son of Alaman,
Managed to sneak back and escape!
Kanykey engaged in battle with the enemies,
Not allowing them to approach Semetey's yurt,
From Alma's rifle, in her hands,
Seven men fell to the ground, dying.
Meanwhile, Semetey slept carelessly,
Unconsciously, not suspecting
That bullets were falling like hail around,
Striking the wooden yurt!
Finally, he woke up from the noise,
Unhurriedly performed his ablutions,
Frowning like a storm cloud,
He decided to address the spirit of Manas.
In him, the thirst for blood immediately manifested,
He dashed out into the yard, leaving his bed,
Flames flew from his mouth,
Kanykey struck the enemies mercilessly.
Putting on bulletproof clothing,
He clad his body in battle armor,
Saddled his horse and, extending his hands,
Received blessings from Kanykey and Chiyyrdy.
Cracking the whip on his horse,
He boldly stepped towards the enemies,
Approaching Abyke and Kyobesh, he removed his belt,
Placing it around his neck, he spoke:
- My uncles, here is my head!
I will give you my mother as a wife.
I am not your enemy, having come from China,
Do not call me an orphan!
His words went unanswered,
The troops continued to advance, shooting,
Semetey understood there would be no truce
And finally decided to say to them:
- Your sin, you are responsible for it!
No matter how much I desired peace,
I pleaded not to wage war, you did not listen,
Now blame only yourselves!
Leaping onto his horse, he took his syrnayz in hand,
With a shout, in honor of Manas, he fearlessly rushed into battle.
The cowardly fell at the sight of the formidable,
In the people, such talk began:
- If it weren't for the foolish stubbornness of Abyke and Kyobesh,
It would be right to proclaim Semetey,
Without wasting time, as the all-powerful and fearless khan,
For he is braver than Manas himself!
As soon as Semetey approached, the Kyrgyz
Wherever they were, dismounted from their horses,
They removed their belts, placing them around their necks,
In one voice, they all then said:
- If you want our heads, take them!
If you want our blood, spill it!
Fearing to anger Abyke and Kyobesh,
We have come here, know this!
- Is there any guilt on us? The whole people
Unanimously asked Semetey.
The young khan was then moved to tears
And spoke to his people in a firm voice:
- If what you say is true,
Show me such friendship!
Who is loyal to me, let them gather on one side,
Who is my enemy, let them stand on the other!
The people rushed to the right,
Only the Kipchaks remained on the left,
The Kazakhs who had come from afar
Also found themselves alongside them!
They remained loyal to the villains,
Not wanting to cease the battle.
Abyke and Kyobesh they swore
To die, but never betray!
On the right stood Sarykhan,
On the left, the son of Bakai, Baytaylik led the troops,
In the middle, Semetey with his army
Simultaneously began to advance!
Their assault was swift and fierce,
The enemies fled like sheep from wolves.
- "My brother is dead, one heart with me!"
The fleeing cried, running from the bayonets.
Heads were smashed and eyes were gouged,
The enemies fled, shouting: - "We are doomed!"
Horses lay with broken legs,
The bodies of the slain lay in heaps.
Sary broke through to the forty choro,
With them, he began a bloody fight.
Sixty wounds were inflicted upon him,
Surrounded by them on all sides.
They decided to take him alive as a prisoner,
To kill him later with their own hands.
But they did not have time to carry out their plan,
At that moment, Kanykey arrived!
Riding on the argymak, knocking down
Five or six people with each attack,
Kanykey brought all forty choro
To their knees, to the ground, like dogs!
The army fled in disarray,
Semetey chased after them, like an indestructible spirit,
Determined, by any means, to capture
His restless uncles alive.
He still dreamed that Kanykey would marry
Abyke, hoping for a truce.
He shot from the akkelte to scare Kyobesh,
But the bullet killed his uncle outright!
Semetey. The Move of Semetey from Bukhara to Talas. Part - 2
