The Jester And The Queen Poem by Almas Assylbekov

Oh, my guitar, play all your strings.
And ring, my bells, just ring.
A love story that I'm gonna sing
Is about a jester and a queen.
In one of the castles of a king
Surrounded by gorgeous green
There lived the jester, very keen,
His songs're adored by the queen.
Once, being sad, the queen said:
Sing me, the jester, your serenade
And if you touch my heart tonight,
I'll give my love like you're a knight.
The jester started touching strings.
His song was floating to the queen.
Just by the morning, he had seen
How sweet were lips of his queen.
When it became aware to the king,
He saw red and began to scream:
Bring me the jester, quickly bring!
He'll be beheaded for this sin!
In one of the castles of the king
Surrounded by gorgeous green
There was a grave, such a little grave
Without a tombstone for a slave.
A young prince and his mother-queen
Came over the grave each spring,
But the little boy was not aware
That his father had rested there.
Oh, my guitar, play all your strings.
And ring, my bells, just ring.
I've told the story that means
Love happens between jesters and queens.