Native Language

Oh, beloved native language,
Oh, enchanting mother tongue!
You enabled my search for knowledge
Of the world, since I was young.
As a child, when I was sleepless
Mother sung me lullabies
And my grandma told me stories
Through the night, to shut my eyes.
Oh, my tongue! You have been always
My support in grief and joy,
Understood and cherished fondly
Since I was a little boy.
In my tongue, I learned with patience
To express my faith and say:
«Oh, Creator! Bless my parents,
Take, Allah, my sins away!»
tatar fairy tales