In this autobiographical song, Atai Ogombaev, a famous Kyrgyz bard, recounts his youthful romance with the daughter of a wealthy neighbor. To prevent the girl from marrying a poor musician, her family secretly gave her in marriage to a boy from a distant settlement. Atai composed this song after a fruitless two-year search for his beloved. The performer, Zainidin Imanaliev, exemplifies the qualities of a traditional akyn, who is at once master instrumentalist, singer, poet, and entertainer. I burn, I smoulder like charcoal I think I’m burning, but there is no smoke. On the upper part of my heart There is no spot that is whole. In the high mountain pass Kan-Jailoo A cold breeze blows when snow falls. My dark-eyed one in the wide collar, I burn; if you know the price of my love, come yourself. Like a blossoming white poplar You walk, showing off a white dress. I have no choice; I cannot be with you I wander around like a lost young camel. Like a blossoming silvery poplar You walk coquettishly in a silvery scarf. Unable to find a way to be with you, I am left suffering like a weeping young camel.