Alisher Navoi. (№ 354920)

I want to be happy and rich, my people.
Not the wine I get, the blood flowing from my wounds.
Who only wants pleasure, he is not worth anything -
He is in addiction to another will certainly fall.
Better proud and able to drink the bitterest poison
What tea will drink, though the sweet honey.
It is better that a hundred beauties? Is beautiful their flower garden?
Happy is he who with cute together, in a poor hut lives.
In your heart, you don't indulge in intoxicating feasts.
Get used to night suffering in a hut of their worries.
The bird is well on the outside, rejoicing, she sings.
The bird in the gilded cage of the bean of slavery does not bite.
It is better to be generous with their own bodies to feed the dogs,
Than from the avarice of fat, live, not knowing the trouble.
On the way to a higher purpose you are not raced on horseback.
With the poor-struggling poverty it will die.
Navoi, the sad old age for the poor in order
Who in the days of his youth a life of ease and vicious leads.