Recently, poor muzulman
In Yurzufe I lived with children, with his wife;
Sincerely revered sacred Alkoran
And happy was their destiny;
Mehmet (That was the name he) diligently all day
I went for hives, the sheep
And for domestic grapes,
love you, What is lazy;
my wife loved - <Фатима> I knew,
И каждый год ему детей она рожала —
In our, friends, though it is funny,
Но у татар уж так заведено. —
Fatima times - (it while
She is carrying the burden of a three-month, —
And everyone knows, in these times
And even the most power-law [woman]
It has whim these, <то> other,
AND, God forbid, what kind!)
Fatima says sweetly hubby:
“a friend of mine, I want badly clotted cream.
I'm losing memory, Russ<док>,
Me and burns the stomach;
I did not sleep all night - and look, soul,
Today, right, <я> not good at all.
just me [should fear]:
I dare not even scratch,
Чтоб крошку не родить с сметаной на носу —
I am such a meal not demolished.
Kind, nice little, handsome, my darling,
Get me clotted cream at least a tiny piece”.
Mehmet [raznezhilsя], gathered, tied
In sash tin plate,
He blessed the children, he kissed his wife
And instantly in the near Valley ran,
In order to please the patient.
He was not, and flying - but the return trip
Let the mountains, barely, just walking;
And soon I began to look, completely exhausted,
town, where to relax.
Fortunately, at the end of the valley
He saw the creek,
I dobrel to coast and formed the shadow branches.
gurgling water, tree-tops,
fragrant grass, cool Berezhok,
And the shadow, and light ветерок —
all nezhilo, all told:
"Love il rest!» – Люби! But these
Mehmet in mind does not come,
Though [he] and my . – Но спать! вот это мило —
Blagorazumn<ей> и верней. —
For this Mehmet, the king, I fell asleep in the valley;
put, that the kings [pleasant sleep] hope
under the canopy <на перине>,
though it, however, mudra.
