A Poem About Harmony

(Мой собственный перевод моего стихотворения "Стихи о гармонии" на английский язык.
Оригинал: http://stihi.ru/2015/05/30/1882.)

I'm tired of looking at this world
With a submissive, timid smile,
Though I am not rich, my talk unheard,
And I lack muscles, wealth and style.
My lips don't need a feast by fire
Though life is simple, it has blessings:
These lovely eyes, like big sapphires,
Their sweetness is so close and classy.

I wish for change. It serves me well,
But not in love, divine and holy,
And I shall fasten love's seat belts
This constant feeling makes me jolly.
I want new flights of coming days,
And yet, before my final landing,
There's none on Earth that can replace
A smooth streak and dear faces, friendly

Hand me a tablet PC, friends,
And I shall write some truths with passion,
Opposing vile cliches, I'll send
New sparks to heal your dark depression.
Hand me a dombra*, my dear friends:
With all my heart, I’ll tickle strings.
Our nation’s music never ends.
Since days of Huns, the dombra sings.

Thus, in the harmony of times
I want to live my life, my era
May kinfolk souls help me stay wise
Not let my heart go deaf, make errors!
Thus, in congruence of epochs
May all past lessons help the present
Not let dark forces get me locked.
May pain and fears become quiescent.

And may I figure out my stream,
With love for Kazakhstan, do better.
Being kind and strong, not just a dream,
And not feel tired in mild weather,
Work in the name of new sweet days,
And value rest and treasure motion,
Look for the road that's right, and chase
Successes and new nice emotions.

Thus, in the gender harmony
That's good for women, men, for all,
May clean floors and fresh plov** help me
Keep grudges out of my soul,
Oh, may the guy do household chores,
Oh, may the lady's business thrive,
But no one should become, of course,
A doormat in this rapid life.

And in the triumph of worldly science
Above all ruthless superstitions,
We'll ease our work and rest, while minds
Help us make sensitive decisions,
And in the eminence of arts
Above the abyss of dull kitsch,
We won't be scared to speak from hearts,
We'll show great beauty we can't ditch.

*Dombra: A string music instrument, usually plucked with the hand, popular in Central Asia and amoпg some Turkic ethnic groups in Russia.
**Plov (Pilaf, Palau): A dish of rice, carrots, meat and/or raisings and/or dried apricots, popular in Central Asia, other countries of the former Soviet Union, and in the Middle East.