Как бы вы перевели пословицу на анг

"Чем быть царем на чужбине, лучше быть рабом на родине"

Өзге елде сұлтан болғанша өз еліңде ұлтан бол

Переведите лучше ее. )

но
+ лучше быть первым в деревне, чем последним в городе - смысл тот же

Yet still, e’en here, content can spread a charm,
Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm.
Though poor the peasant’s hut, his feasts though small,
He sees his little lot the lot of all;
Sees no contiguous palace rear its head
To shame the meanness of his humble shed;
No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal
To make him loathe his vegetable meal;
But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil,
Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes;
With patient angle trolls the finny deep,
Or drives his venturous ploughshare to the steep;
Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way,
And drags the struggling savage into day.
At night returning, every labor sped,
He sits him down the monarch of a shed:
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys,
His children’s looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his loved partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board;
And haply too some pilgrim thither led,
With many a tale repays the nightly bed.

Thus every good his native wilds impart
Imprints the patriot passion on his heart;
And e’en those ills that round his mansion rise
Enhance the bliss his scanty funds supplies.
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms;
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest,
Clings close and closer to the mother’s breast,
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind’s roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.

хотел бы я посмотреть на того дурака, который действительно предпочел бы себе подобную судьбу.

А информация интересная. Я и не знал, что была такая тесная армяно-монголо-татарская дружба.

но сабж дебильный и билибердовый, и потому отсутствие энтузиазма en masse

леХко! :)

«…Поставлена глупость на высокие посты,
А достойные внизу пребывают…
…Видел я рабов на конях
И князей, шагавших пешком как рабы…
…Еще видел я под солнцем:
Место суда, а там беззаконие;
Место правды, а там неправда…
…Праведников постигает то,
чего заслуживали бы дела нечестивых,
а с нечестивыми бывает то,
чего заслуживали бы дела праведников…»

http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Книга_Екклесиаста

Это цЫтата дня! :)