ABOUT MODESTY
Though the teapot is a proud
But it always bows to cup.
Thus why be such cocky, bold,
What for wanted hubris - sharp?
Be modest, simple, not to set foot -
In the step of pride, no up!
So the people kiss in good,
From the forehead of the cup.
HOW MATMUSA SOLD HIS DONKEY
All of a sudden Matmusa's
Donkey became very black.
None can approach to it
Neither from the front, nor back.
This mongrel began to break
Even rope that's two-ply,
When it screams the whole world
Will be ruined from the fright.
It's impossible to ride,
Ass may throw men as a ball.
Enough of that! Now Matmusa
Will sell it, get rid of at all.
But there is a market rule
From the very old years:
What you sell then you should tell
All its fault right in the place.
Poor Matmusa's in trouble,
He is on the crisis way -
If he tells the faults of ass
Every man will go away
Keeping silence is a sin!
Matmusa thought much of it.
He went to market fast at last,
Cried aloud in the street:
People, people, come nearby
I have cheapest thing to buy
Never think it's only ass -
Ten horses power it has.