Pushkin and Lermontov, two poets, two stars…
The third one is Tukai, he comes from the Tatars.
The venom you just drank exacerbates the pain,
Dreams of fortune and fame drive you insane.
The sea is infinite, no matter how you try,
You spill the water, and your tongue is dry.
You, sordid, miserable creature, stay away
Find other dogs like you, and join the fray,
Bark from a distance at the Milky Way.
1908
В оригинале на татарском: Җавап