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Satiric poem
on comparative condition of children's education and upbringing
By Mirza Alakbar Sabir
What good thing has my son found in learning?
He is drilling the same thing! Ah,
My sweet son has pined
Reading books, newspapers and other trash!
He is reading day and night – apparently, he has gone mad.
There is no other hope
But you, Allah. I feel hurt and shameful!
Give some advice, my wife!
You damned witch, you are to blame:
Weren't it you who brought into our home
The infection of shameless book depravity?
Shut up, evil incarnate!
You shall have your eyes put out, villain mother:
What loving mother
Would throw her child into the fire of hell?!
May God punish you!
Who made me send the boy to school?
You, Shaitan's daughter!
What are you going to do? We are in a grave trouble,
So what shall we do?
You destroyed my house and ruined my son, you fool,
It is the end of me!
I don't want to hear about sciences, will I make any use of literature
Or why do I need arts?!
I would like my son to be like Rustam,
To win glory
With robbery and plunder and, devoted to Islam,
To live and not grieve!
My sweet son perished because of you, wife,
What an unhappy father I am!
Look, he is wasting away, always cheerless, sickly,
Unskilled chick!
Ah, my good-for-nothing son, my suffering, my torment!
When will you understand
That books promise us no money?
It is robbery that brings us money!
Oh the light of my eyes! Make me happy,
Give up your books,
Take a horse and gallop: it is the brave who prospers,
So take up robbery!
June 16, 1906
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