Wineís quite healthy, people say. Doctors recommend it Well, I thought I have to try, Opened up a vial Suddenly some weired thing From the bottle scrambled May be it was drunkenness fly Or may be crocodile If I ever make a plan, I drink one really doubtless But such kind of jokes I think, Are far from being the funniest That disgusting stinky green, Ugly smelly haggish Goes jumping over me, Like a crazy hell Than a plaintive song begins, Tedious and rubbish And my vision turns to be Rude and dirty man If I ever make a plan, I drink one really doubtless But such kind of jokes I think, Are far from being the funniest So if I had a little time, may be just an hour Iíd have called some yardmenís help and swept him out with broom But I recalled an Aladdinís lamp slave genieís power And I asked him - mister Ibn, how do you do? If I ever make a plan, I drink one really doubtless But such kind of jokes I think, Are far from being the funniest I got angry and I cried: Leave your Judah wile, Say directly, look at me, what youíre hiding, man? In a bottle of this wine, with a tricky smile Tell me now, donít you lie, who has placed you there? Than a man starts bowing low, Talks to me quite gracefully - Iím not thief and not a spy, Iím just a ghost And for the freedom of my own, If you wish, Iíd playfully Beat for you somebody now, may be even both Now, I got it, heís a genie, he can do a lot to me He can say for instance: buddy, I will make you rich I replied, your offer, genie, is poor and quite miserable Letís beat snouts later, fellow, Now I need a drink                                
© Michael Feigin. Translation, 2012