He said elatedly, ďThat girl is mine!Ē ďItís but a joke, friend, itís but a joke! Come ye away - yeíre utterly in wine. Itís not your business, boy, give up this road!Ē     But he didnít quit, ďIíve really won today! Letís catch a cab, why not to take a roam? The meterís ticking, but itís all the same, We wonít pay until the roamís over.Ē I take no pity on such queer birds, Yet try to keep him being almost sober. But he again talks big about her... ďNow ye shouldnít say, friend, even a word over!Ē     My blood and wine start boiling in my veins, And with a smile like I had heretofore, I softly say to him, ďItís all the same, But ye shall pay, friend, when the roamís over!Ē Nor words nor tears can touch me tonight - I want to fight, and Iíve been really strengthened! ďItís not the moment to discuss my right - Ye have to pay for that, and ye shall pay, friend!..Ē     Life drives me forth, and I enjoy the way. Iím feeling good, I want to laugh and joke. The meterís ticking, but itís all the same, We wonít pay until the roamís over...
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2007
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