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 bright but poor, we won’t say a word,
Eloquence we bequeath as the rich man’s reward.
1912
В оригинале на татарском: Әхлаксызлык
В переводе на русский язык: Безнравственность (Перевод В.Думаевой-Валиевой)