Oh, my native tongue, there is no other
Like the one spoken by my father and mother.
Whatever I have learned since when I was young
It is all thanks to you, my sweet native tongue.
My first words to utter I was not yet able,
Mother sang me lullabies, while rocking my cradle.
I’ll forever remember the tales from my granny —
She told me one each night, of them she knew so many.
If it weren’t for you, oh my beautiful tongue,
To this day I’d be speechless and hopelessly numb…
But you are so gracious, together did we grow,
You taught me to express my happiness and sorrow.
Oh, my native tongue, how could I ever forget
That first prayer to Allah, which I myself read?
“Oh, Lord Almighty, in your mercy, please save
My poor parents and me – I’m your humble slave.”
1909
В оригинале на татарском: Туган тел
В переводе на русский язык: Родной язык (Перевод Р.Бухараева)