Upon the blooming field
There grew beside the reeds
A weeping willow tree,
A willow steeped in grief.
Beyond that sunny meadow
There bloomed and grew tall
A maiden, young and fair,
Unacquainted with sorrow.
At the early break of dawn
She wandered through the grass,
She swiveled through the grass
And beckoned to the winds.
The winds, their game they played,
They chilled the sorrowing willow,
They swayed the grieving willow
And kissed the tender maid.
They kissed the tender bride,
Unbraiding her braids,
Unfurling all her tresses,
And tore her sundress wide.
Upon the summer meadow
There stands, with quiet pleas,
The weeping willow tree,
The willow steeped in grief.
Beyond that little lily land
The maiden walks no more—
The maiden calls no more,
The wild winds only soar.
The Willow
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2025
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