My tired soul, let peace be your reward,
It’s time to go to Allah, meet the Lord.
Lift up your head; reveal your honest eyes,
Then take one final look into the skies.
My friends, let mullahs heed my last request
For them to sing my verse, when I am put to rest.
1909
В оригинале на татарском: Васыятем
В переводе на русский язык: Мое завещание (Перевод С.Малышева)