I'll take what comes.
Accept things as they are.
I'm ready to follow in their steps.
To October and May I'll offer up my soul,
But never surrender my beloved lyre.
I will not pass
it
on to alien hands-
Not even to my mother, friend or wife.
The lyre to me alone its sounds entrusted,
And sang its gende songs to me alone.
Flourish, young people! Strong in your bodies grow!
Your life is different, and so is your refrain.
But I, to a bourne unknown, shall
go
alone,
And for a rebel soul find lasting peace.
But even when,
Upon this whole wide planet,
An end is put to all the enmity of peoples,
And sorrow and falsehood thrive no more,
I still shall praise in song,
With all my poet's being,
This
sixth part of the earth,
Which bears the name of Russia.
(Translated by George Reavey)
