Author of quotes: Abdurahman Mushfiki

The cupbearer in the morning, fill your Cup, with the veil of okoem he has stripped,
Fire orange dawn from his pocket he took out the East.
The whole earth was breathing fragrance of spring, and broke out suddenly,
Young incense Rayhan has nakurilsja a sparkling meadow.
Here's rosehip spotted stars without number lights the flower bed, -
Like hundreds of gleaming buckles fastened to his collar.
If the night revels in the amber of its Golden flower -
Thirst in the morning the dewy breath of grace watered the clouds.
Uses purple flames on a green sea of trees
Back before the mists, trebraruna raising his Cup.
Here stand the crowns, tulips, proud of the regiment and their brave him,
Zari woven from their harnesses, and each a ruby helmet.
On the field - lilies flaming frenzied detachment rode,
Their cloaks cast an emerald, and each diamond dagger.
Flashed from the thorn rose, rose herbs from the dust of the earth, -
The wind gave them shields and armor to battle fearlessly went.
Ageless bone comb he easy to comb
Rebellious bangs of boxwood, proud pines of wavy hair now.
Friends overflowing the cups, they got drunk at feasts.
Woe is me! In my eyes tears on lowered crown - pieces.
I am not friends with the sky, alone I hostile star.
Never laughs happiness to me, to me success is not singing never.
A stone in the head with a rock I pulled, destroyed my life
My spirit endures cruel torments, trampled my body.
Woe is me! Those in the path stumbled, let the merciful hand does not wait.
Yes send him the mercy of God from his infinite bounties!