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The name of Tukay means a whole epoch in the intellectual development of the Tatar people, its literature, art and the whole culture making....

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Gabdulla Tukay Immorality

We have no respect for morale or decency, Hopeless we are, our souls are so shady. No better than a thief who hunts his prey, We’ve become cautious with everything we say. If one is...

Gabdulla Tukay Betrayed

I had enough of mockery to crack my heart, We were together but now it is time to part. Not to the Quran’s ayats you chose to adhere, You deceived me with sweet nothings, now...

Gabdulla Tukay The Prophet

When Allah chose me as a prophet who will teach His word, I took it as a bond that I’ll never breach. I am his humble servant, time has come to preach Eternal truths, good...

Gabdulla Tukay Eulogy

…You’ve finally departed, kitty cat… Farewell, my lovely purry pet! Honored as a saint upon demise, You were so merciless to mice… 1911 В оригинале на татарском: Мияубикә (Мәрсия) В переводе на русский язык: Мияубике...

Gabdulla Tukay Truth and Lies

There was nothing but water ages ago. Truth and Lies swam together — two bitter foes. Almighty Tengri sent them just one boat, But they were eager to cut each other’s throat. It didn’t take...

Gabdulla Tukay Your Hand

Your hand makes happy me, I’m your slave, Your magic touch is a caressing wave, It shines like gold fish in a summer pond. An angel’s hand and yours in a friendly bond, My wounded...

Gabdulla Tukay The Dance

Young couples dancing through the night, The orchestra plays loudly, what a delight! Women are offering candies for sale, Candy wraps glisten like a fairytale. Such merriment and joy, onlookers say, See how the crowd...


Gabdulla Tukay Some People Like…

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...

Gabdulla Tukay If Not For…

So cold’s the finest art without a flaming heart. The rose in bloom is pale without a nightingale. The poet extols your image in disguise, You trust the mirror – your reflection lies. There are...