Another one

I'm not into much of a prayer,
I'm not a believer. I dream.
I'm dreaming of wind in my hair -
I go out to catch the gleam
of a star, which is thousand years,
lightning years from me far away.
Steppe wind whistles into my ears -
reminding that I've so much to say,
such tremendous lot of ideas,
thousand tunes to play,
thousand songs I made up,
thousand songs I can write
And here, I turn to prayer
asking Lord to show his might.

I'm not asking for fame and glory,
nor for power and neither for wealth.
Only one thing makes me feeling sorry -
Send me someone like myself.

A playmate for playing my games with,
to shout halloo cross the stepp
one to another; to try our teeth
one on another, to step
one to another's step.
To send our voices freely
to sing with each other in tune -
to be soulmates, who really
get one another so soon -
with no much words to gather,
with nothing between us, but trust
for singing in tune with another
is what makes us content and just.

Together we make real power -
we sing for the world to hear.
"Mine" is way smaller than "our"
We are one for another here.

My Lord, let my playmate singer
forget I am his closest friend -
and stub. Let me suffer the stinger
- he's jealous, I'll understand.

Forgive him, my Lord. Forever
he got the loneliness, his doom -
Lord send him another playmate, -
like me, - to catch up the tune.
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With respects to Oljas Suleymenov, I could not find his poem in English, so I just wrote another one with the same general idea.