He was thinking a lot: “All for nothing, in vain.
I eat, don’t work, left all day at home to decay.
When the sky breaks with snow, we asked not of the Lord.
All is given as a gift for us in the world.”
Never does he want to work and live-in good faith,
So, his friends, men of worth, do not look at his face.
He intended to rob every neighbor, their bane,
And started this job for some money to gain.
And the devil behind never leaves him in peace.
In the evening of dim he went out to fleece.
Loud it was heard, his father’s squall, the next morn,
Disappeared from the stall, a dray horse, forlorn.
(ïåðåâîä ñ óçáåêñêîãî ÿçûêà ñòèõîòâîðåíèå Óðàçà Õàéäàðà "O'girlik")