Someone likes winter, but the freezing cold
Makes poor people shiver, both young and old.
And others like summer, its beauty and grace…
But what about those who don’t have a place
To hide from the heat – for them it is hell,
They dream of a shelter where to dwell.
Admire this world with its rivers and seas,
Then why do I dislike it the way it is?
We, sons of Adam, are this world’s disease.
1909
В оригинале на татарском: Яратырга ярый
В переводе на русский язык: Любил бы (Перевод В.Думаевой–Валиевой)