Tengir-Too ensemble - Ak Satkyn menen Kulmyrza (KY) | Текст песни

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Language(s) Kyrgyz
Instrument(s) Jew's Harp; Komuz
Composer: Unattributed
Text: Traditional, arranged by Barpy Alykulov (1884-1949)
Performers: Tengir-Too; Kenjegül Kubatova and Toktobek Asanaliev, vocal duet

A dastan, or short epic, whose tragic text was sung rather than recited. A comparison to the murder ballads of America’s southern Appalachians would not be out of place. Nurlanbek Nyshanov first heard the melody from a country performer whom he saw on television as a child. Much later, as an aspiring urban-based folklorist, he came across the same melody again and taught it to the other members of Tengir-Too. The text reflects the editorial hand of Barpy, who created his own variant from what, according to Nurlanbek, would have originally been a much longer poem. “A lot of young people are trying to revive these dastans,” says Nurlanbek. “They set them to melodies that they find among older singers or on recordings, or sometimes make up their own.”
Under me is a blanket from rough silk, my friend.*
Under my head is an embroidered pillow.
I lay on my side.
In my head were deep thoughts.
Having made a path from one side, you followed it across,
Slashed the side of the yurt, and thrust in your hand.
Having made a path from another side, you followed it across,
Slashed the front of the yurt, and thrust in your hand.
* “My friend” [dosum] repeats at the end of each line
I said, “Stop, stop”; but you didn’t stop.
You crawled into my bed.
I pleaded with you but you didn’t obey.
You crawled next to me.
Not only did you not leave, you didn’t listen to me.
After midnight you fell asleep.
I slept uneasily; there were strange dreams.
I awoke from nightmares.
You didn’t take your hand away from my neck;
You didn’t get out of my bed.
Someone bent down and looked through the hole [of the yurt].
Two people came in through the door.
You were thrown toward the entrance.
You fell to the ground, breaking your neck.
A double-whip hit your croup;
A double-dagger plunged into your liver.
Your innards are strung out on the ground.
Your face turned pale, you’re dying.
Six people came together.
Your dear life was put to an end.
My brothers talked among themselves.
They gave advice to people around,
And buried the body in an ash heap.
That’s how my grief was buried.
[Not sung:]
From your clan they came to search for you.
From your village’s upper land
They looked for you, but couldn’t find you.
I did not like your deeds, my friend.
Today your father brought in several horse-riders,
And asked about his dear one:
Who killed, and who died,
Who buried the dead body in the ash heap.
[Not sung:]
Now I’ll tell your people;
Let it be clear to all.
Today let the people know about your death.
Let the wind know that blows from above.
Let the people know today about your demise.
Let the wind know that blows from afar.
Your gray horse with a white spot on the forehead,
Let the grey horse be returned to [your] people.
Those who came to search for their dear one,
Let them dig up that ash heap.
If they open it, they will find your body;
The flower-bed will be refreshed.
I’m testing my strength;
Let me fix the levy for your death:
Sixty herd animals with big horns and a hundred gold coins
And a beautiful young girl.
I am at their disposal.
Let’s agree on this, my friend:
Let my father suffer, paying the compensation;
Let your father be joyous taking the compensation.
Kulmyrza died, very good indeed;
And he became a couple with Ak Satkyn.
Ak Satkyn killed herself with the white dagger’s thrust:
People saw the power of love.

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