On this world you witnessed darkness fall,
You had to find a spark, some lofty goal.
Determined to succeed, no thought you had of rest,
Marching courageously, passing every test.
What happened to you then, it is not clear,
You suddenly looked back, when already near.
The blaze you saw came not from light but gold,
Neither life it had nor warmth, nothing but cold.
Of all temptations this is probably the worst,
Seduced were many others, you were not the first.
Never look back, my genius, only ahead,
A straight path awaits those by Allah led.
1913
В оригинале на татарском: Даһигә
В переводе на русский язык: Гению (Перевод В.Думаевой-Валиевой)