Opinions vary on what real love is worth,
Great Heine thought it was a star that fell on earth.
Yes, on earth, but in manure, in dirt it fell,
Wrapping up the universe in slops and toxic smell
The pig is honking in that yard, and cackle says the cock,
O, poor star of love, they know how one to mock!
Yet in this dreadful place the star sees pleasant dreams,
Flowers blossom there all year in happier realms.
1912
В оригинале на татарском: Мәхәббәт шәрхе
В переводе на русский язык: Комментарий к любви (Перевод В.Думаевой-Валиевой)