He’s said elatedly, “That girl is mine!” “It’s but a joke, friend, it’s but a joke! Come ye away - ye’re utterly in wine. It’s not your business, boy, give up this road!”     But he doesn’t quit, “I’ve really won today! Let’s catch a cab, why not to take a roam? The meter’s ticking, but it’s all the same, We won’t pay until the roam’s over.” I take no pity on such queer birds, Yet try to keep him being almost sober. But he again talks big about her... “Now ye shouldn’t say, friend, even a word over!”     My blood and wine start boiling in my veins, And with a smile like I had heretofore, I softly say to him, “It’s all the same, But ye shall pay, friend, when the roam’s over!” Nor words nor tears can touch me tonight - I want to fight, and I’ve been really strengthened! “It’s not the moment to discuss my right - Ye have to pay for that, and ye shall pay, friend!..”     Life drives me forth, and I enjoy the way. I’m feeling good, I want to laugh and joke. The meter’s ticking, but it’s all the same, We won’t pay until the roam’s over...
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2007
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