The gipsy shouted, changing his horse:
"With a horse you are living free.
Don’t make out of me, me,
With me there is enough me!

Don’t let your mood be spoilt groundlessly,
Without gain don’t trouble...
I am not suited as an owner
Of people and horses.

Don’t discuss with rascals,
Run away from old wives’ advices...
I take an oath that the horse isn’t stolen
And that it is of Arabian blood".