“Heaven grew angry at us and began to hate us because we did not have enough strength and power.”
The Secret History of The Mongols.
Listen up
Borte
My Darling True Love
I won’t give up
Our dreams are not yet aborted
But yet, I am not … enough
This time
At this moment in life
That got me unprepared
Tengri’s work sublime
Despite all our strife
We ended defeated instead
I left You behind, my Borte
Feeling ashamed … I am not
And neither I should despair
I need to get me sorted
Our story needs twist in its plot
To come out just as fair
I had to flee
And leave you in Merkit hands
Like a weakling, coward
And they’ll make a use of Thee
They’ll take You to their lands
As a Victory Award
But I had to save my sanity
Can’t be enslaved by damn Merkits
The choice to have left You, escaped
Does not stem from vanity
I’m used to dungeons, slave-pits
Which I’d be in if I stayed
Could I make You happy, prosperous?
When constantly stumble in chains
Watch You being taken by others
Their number growing numerous …
The only choice which remains
Is to go to the land of my fathers’
And have my powers regained
And build me back again up strong
As Kipling said with “broken tools”
That was dictated by brain
Clear from what’s right and wrong
Wisdom that hides from the fools
And it is Hell
For a man’s pride
To face such humiliation
But if I stayed and fell
Waiting for change of the tide
In slavery's deprivation and depravation
To you I’d be of no use
I couldn’t save You there
I’d be just forced to witness
And I could not produce
As far as I’m aware
No fight, no strength, no fitness
So, I need to retire
As said to the paths of forefathers
And work as hard as it needs
And build a New Empire
The force which finally gathers
The learning from all my deeds
I’ll build that power kind
Which crushes all what stands
In my love’s to Thee way
Either out on inside The Mind
Anything that this offends
Must be destroyed or obey
We can’t avert that spell
Which means a call for war
And may be – years of fight
If I have to go to hell
If I need to suffer more
So be it what it might
My Will will not
Give up nor now or ever
Nor flinch an inch aside
You’re only one I got
In this life-endeavour
You are my only Bride
I’ll get you back
One day
And make you my True Queen
I won’t stop, get stuck
On the way
To that sacred goal foreseen
I won’t stop dreaming
Till last the dream comes true
Nor indulge in hesitation
It is just a beginning
It’s chapter quite anew
In “Book of Love” creation
Quite different kind of Love
Patient and mature
But still full of passion
Approved by Heaven’s above
Love which can all endure
Nor changes with shift of fashion
That’s what I feel 'bout You
That’s what orders me “Forwards”
And that’s what I want for me
So without further ado
So, from this moment onwards
I only live for Thee
…
And will conquer the world
For Thee