On waters, spread without end,
Dressed with the sunset so purple,
It sings and prophesies for land,
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple…
The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,
And bloody set of executions,
Earthquake, and hunger and the flames,
The death of justice, crime’s intrusion…
And caught with fear, cold and smooth,
The fair face flames as one of lovers’,
But sound with prophetic truth
The lips that the bloody foam covers!…
Notes
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 1994
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, February, 2001
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oi well, it is hard sometimes to understand older poetry. i don't think i really got this, lol, except it seemed that Gamajun wanted to save people who were in love from ...well falling out of it. in my mind, this is pretty sad.
very interesting piece,
i have yet to get familiar with all the older poets featured here on op, so i suck hehe
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That poem flows so well! I love it! Thanks for sharing!
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A good piece for sure, thanks for sharing!
-Timothy
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