Over the hill has rung resilient armor,
And spear lost in the mist.
It shines and helmet - the gold and feathered -
All, what happened to me on earth.
morning rise, finds spread out his hands,
Where I looked up at the sky at night.
Solntsebogi, laughing, will strain their bows,
I will pour clouds of arrows.
If I close the morning prophesies death,
Is your voice is silent?
heard, there, by hills, mountain bend
Lick your molniyny anger burns!
Vorotyas, You sent a spear midnight
Solntsebogu cheerful chest.
I see in your eyes the snake curls,
I hear your voice: "Forget".
It is necessary you have me in his blue blanket,
With healing sting - snake…
We learn with you, that we used to know before,
By unfaithful flicker spears!
2 April 1907
