On the surface of the endless waters,
Sunset in purple clothed,
It broadcasts and sings,
Unable to raise the wings distraught…
Broadcasts the yoke of evil Tartars,
It broadcasts a series of bloody executions,
And quake, and hunger, and fire,
villains force, death right…
The eternal horror enveloped,
Beautiful face burns with love,
But veschey true sound
mouth, gore!..
23 February 1899
