Winter go away, we’re tired of the cold.
Welcome spring is here, her carriage is of gold.
Vanish, Santa Clause, keep safe your snowy beard,
Watch out for the flowers you hated and feared.
The spring does not need a rifle or a sword
Her suite of butterflies obeys her every word.
1909
В оригинале на татарском: Кышка бер сүз
В переводе на русский язык: Слово к зиме (Перевод А.Ахматовой)