1907 year

These people desperately want us all to leave: “This land is wrong for you, under the Sultan live,” We disagree, refusing to surrender to these lies, For every ten spies here, there will be fifteen...

Childhood in his memory a poet keeps, Everyone has a dream, both bitter and sweet. Holiday comes, I wish I were a child, to laugh and play, The eve of Garafa saw sadness swept away....

We have no respect for morale or decency, Hopeless we are, our souls are so shady. No better than a thief who hunts his prey, We’ve become cautious with everything we say. If one is...

At times, I sit in front of her, admiring her eyes, Her pupils dark, her eyebrows black, the beautiful disguise. I don’t know where she’s coming from; she knows not what I mean, Yet hours...

Allah, God Almighty, let gold be cursed, Of all the earthly evils this one is the worst. Call for your archangels, whom you have to tell That this yellow metal belongs in hell. All the...

A year from now, you’ll chance upon this verse, You’ll see, perhaps, this sad song run its course And ponder how the poet must have yearned To give his heart for you, he must have...

 (from an American newspaper)   I don’t know how or why, but this I’m told, A little caged mouse fell in a bowl Of milk, swam back and forth, could not escape, The milk was...

(A mythical horned demon, which inhabits the forests of Tatarstan)                                              I In vicinity of Kazan...