Foolish birds, let me staunch your fear,
No need to panic while I’m standing near.
I enjoy the language of these birds,
Lord has made them sing without words.
Sing your tunes, don’t fly away or run,
I join you unarmed, I’ve no snare or gun.
In peace I come, without squabble or strife,
I pose no danger to freedom in your life.
Man can be a friend, if you’ll just believe,
After listening quietly, I promise you to leave.
1909
В оригинале на татарском: Кошларга
В переводе на русский язык: К птицам (Перевод Р.Морана)
Птицам (Перевод В.Думаевой-Валиевой)