Poem by Rahim Karim
MY NATIVE LANGUAGE
One acquaintance in foreign languages,
He could speak from the heart.
It’s a great achievement, what a horror,
He could not speak his native language.
Knowing many languages, eh, my friend, if you know,
“It’s very useful,” he said.
When I’m learning a language,
I started to get caught in my native language.
Panic overflowed, life, in my heart,
No, no, don’t insult me, my tongue.
First of all, in my native language,
Forgive me, my time, my time.
I envy you, I know you,
You are mature in foreign languages.
I feel sorry for you, dumb acquaintance,
If you don’t know a native language, why not.
Rahim Karim, Kyrgyzstan