Текст песни Малик Байрамуков - Завещание

poems by Imam Gabdulla Shaimardanov

Once in the gloomy silence
My term will end.
And the body will lie down without a soul
On a bed of boards.

My tongue won't stop evil
Not a dead hand.
I beg you, brothers, at this moment,
Don't leave me.

According to Sunnah with clear water
Wash your body
To mock me
The ignorant could not.

And don't let your eyes darken
Their beards are gray.
The fruit of superstition is poisonous
For the truth always.

I want to be buried in the ground
No marble above it.
So that it does not cope with me,
Not seven, not forty days.

Hand out if there are debts.
And after performing namaz,
Say - O Allah, forgive him -
He was one of us.