I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own pin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
Let the Bukhara emir say
To the world the whole in vain,
That I am a firebrand еand a thief,
let him prepared an axe shrift.
I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own twin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
I will live, I will sing,
and look at the sun,
And shout to the whole world:
let the emir die! in scold!
I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own twin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
And the sultan has been preparing
an axe for me for a long time,
The Iranian shah - a rope, cannabic
the khan of Khiva - a slow fire.
I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own twin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
A beggar, barefoot, naked and worn,
I am a cheerful vagabond,
I will live, I will sing
and look at the sun.
I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own twin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
A beloved son of the people
and protected by fate a little,
I laugh at the stupid sultan,
over the emir and even the khan!
I am Khoja Nasreddin,
my master own pin twin!
And I will say -
I will not lie -
I will never die!
I am Khoja Nasreddin - my own master,
And I will say - I will not lie - I will never die!
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: April 23rd, 2025 11:42
- Category: Humor
- Views: 3
Comments1
This poem has the sound and feel of an exotic place that is in its own world and immortal
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