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501 8 | our dreams, nor can you be seen with our eyes, and never
502 11| beloved to me that I might not send him my tears to the sea
503 10| Galich, the prince of eight senses! You sit high on your throne
504 10| THE SORCERER~During the seventh age of Trojan Vseslav cast
505 13| in your warm mists in the shadow of green trees, for your
506 | shall
507 9 | from the nomads. Already shame has eclipsed glory. Already
508 9 | They glorify the revenge of Sharokan. And we, the army, are without
509 2 | their sabres have been sharpened. They race into the prairie
510 10| dented swords into their sheaths! You do not deserve the
511 9 | Moguts and Tatrans, with his Shelbirs and Topchaks, with his Revugas
512 11| the clouds, to loll the ships on the blue sea? Why, my
513 6 | destroyed. Human lives became shortened through the princes' discord.
514 15| for a head to be without shoulders. But it is also a misfortune
515 14| crawling, and the woodpeckers show the way to the river with
516 5 | Russian regiments from all sides."~The devil's children bar
517 14| not caw. The daws became silent and the jackdaws did not
518 9 | What have you done to my silver-grey hairs? No longer do I behold
519 2 | up under the clouds and singing the glory of both these
520 11| heard. Since morning, she sings like an unknown seagull:~"
521 10| prince of eight senses! You sit high on your throne wrought
522 10| sons of Mstislav You are six-winged falcons of no mean nest.
523 15| lgor. The sun gleams in the sky. Prince Igor is in the Russian
524 10| a nogata, and Kuman male slaves for only a rezana. And you
525 8 | sea has the falcon flown, slaying birds! And lgor's valiant
526 6 | and he remained in eternal sleep on a burial shroud of green
527 12| the sunset had faded. lgor sleeps. lgor keeps his vigil. lgor'
528 11| will dip my beaver-trimmed sleeve into the river Kaiala. I
529 1 | to brave Mstislav, who slew Rededia before the Kasog
530 11| O river Dnepr, son of Slovuta, it is you who have broken
531 4 | Sviatoslav. Brave Oleg's clan slumbers in the prairie. They have
532 14| did not chatter. Only the snakes were crawling, and the woodpeckers
533 1 | composing a song to someone, soared in his thoughts over the
534 2 | over the tree (of wisdom), soaring in your mind up under the
535 | someone
536 10| EVOCATION OF PRINCE VSESLAV THE SORCERER~During the seventh age of
537 10| on the threshing floor. Souls abandon their bodies. The
538 1 | living strings and they sounded lauds to the princes. Let
539 14| to the river with their sounds. The nightingale announces
540 6 | feuds with his sword and sowed the Russian lands with arrows.
541 10| of the river Nemiga were sown with misfortune, were strewn
542 9 | without honour, for you spilled the blood of the infidels
543 1 | thus imbued with martial spirit, led his valiant regiments
544 8 | Don, by the blue sea, and splashing, she put an end to the times
545 4 | infidel Kuman armies, and, spreading like arrows over the prairie,
546 12| swift steed. He (later) springs from it, like a grey wolf.
547 3 | great river Don. Their carts squeak at midnight, one may say,
548 10| throne of Kiev with the staff of his lance. Like a fierce
549 10| now Prince Rurik's banners stand in readiness, and so do
550 14| and (their) birds will start fighting us in the Kuman
551 12| water. He leaps to his swift steed. He (later) springs from
552 | still
553 12| the Kuman tents began to stir. Prince lgor raced to reeds
554 10| your feet in the golden stirrups to avenge the outrage of
555 11| have broken through the stone mountains of the Kuman land.
556 10| the river Danube. You hurl stones over the clouds. Your law
557 | stop
558 2 | song (thus),~"It is not a storm that has driven the falcons
559 1 | to commence in ancient strains the stern lay of Igor's
560 9 | empty quivers of the infidel strangers there poured large pearls
561 4 | in the prairie. They have strayed far, flying. They were born
562 13| from the river Stugna. Its stream is weak. It has swallowed
563 1 | present time of lgor, who strengthened his mind with courage, who
564 5 | winds, grandsons of god Stribog, blow the arrows from the
565 1 | fingers upon the living strings and they sounded lauds to
566 13| came to him from the river Stugna. Its stream is weak. It
567 | such
568 10| body, but he still often suffered miseries. Of him Boyan the
569 10| throne you shoot at the sultans beyond the (Russian) lands.
570 10| appeals to you, Prince, and summons the princes to victory.
571 10| swords. But Prince Igor, the sunlight has already dimmed for you.
572 12| throne.~The glow of the sunset had faded. lgor sleeps.
573 12| lunch, for dinner, and for supper. If Prince Igor flies like
574 3 | river Sula, is the city of Surozh, the city of Kherson, and
575 10| desires, in its daring, to surpass the bird. Your iron men
576 10| APPEAL TO VSEVOLOD, PRINCE OF SUZDAL ~Great Prince Vsevolod!
577 6 | Oleg.~On the river Kaiala Sviatopolk ordered that his father
578 8 | Vsevolod, two valiant sons of Sviatoslay, once more revived evil
579 2 | famed as warriors. They were swaddled under trumpets. They were
580 13| Its stream is weak. It has swallowed up other brooks and rivulets,
581 10| it not your warriors who swam through blood under the
582 4 | bridge their way over the swarnps and marshes. The crimson
583 6 | fostered feuds with his sword and sowed the Russian lands
584 11| warriors of my beloved? Isn't it enough for you to blow
585 6 | themselves. And the daws talked in their own tongue, before
586 9 | lords. With his Moguts and Tatrans, with his Shelbirs and Topchaks,
587 2 | to them. Their bows are taut, their quivers are open,
588 12| grass rustled, and the Kuman tents began to stir. Prince lgor
589 | than
590 | therefore
591 | these
592 | those
593 10| Ingvar and Vsevolod and you three sons of Mstislav You are
594 10| haystacks of heads. They are threshed with steel flails and lives
595 10| lives are left behind on the threshing floor. Souls abandon their
596 10| to the river Danube. Your thunder resounds above the lands,
597 5 | There is to be a mighty thundering. The rain of arrows will
598 10| Sofiia of Polotsk the bells tolled the matins for him, and
599 9 | amongst ourselves the glory of tomorrow.'~What is there to wonder,
600 6 | daws talked in their own tongue, before flying to feed on
601 4 | maidens. And with them they took: gold and brocades, and
602 9 | Tatrans, with his Shelbirs and Topchaks, with his Revugas and Olbers.
603 10| to the city of Kiev and touched the golden throne of Kiev
604 2 | You would race along the trail of Trojan, over the prairies
605 3 | the Div arose and from the treetops it cried, enjoining unknown
606 8 | the Russian land, levied a tribute of one vair from each household.~
607 8 | princes began to argue about trifles, calling them important
608 7 | dawn? Igor turns about his troops. He is saddened by the fate
609 9 | OF KIEV~Sviatoslav had a troubled dream in Kiev, on the hills:~"
610 7 | morning, before the dawn? Igor turns about his troops. He is
611 8 | LAMENTS~And now, brethren, unhappy times have arrived. The
612 3 | The Kumans hastened by untrodden ways to the great river
613 5 | V. THE SECOND DAY OF BATTLE:
614 8 | levied a tribute of one vair from each household.~All
615 8 | became saddened and joy vanished. ~
616 10| infidels. Only lziaslav, son of Vasilko, rained his sharp arrows
617 4 | and brocades, and costly velvets. With cloaks and coats and
618 8 | Now the Germans and the Venetians, the Greeks and the Moravians
619 | Very
620 6 | VI. CENSURE OF THE PRINCES'
621 6 | of Prince Boris, son of Viacheslav, brought him to his final
622 5 | SECOND DAY OF BATTLE: THE VICT0RY OF THE KUMANS.~Very early
623 4 | BATTLE: THE RUSSIANS ARE VICTORIOUS.~Evening was fading late
624 8 | themselves. The infidels, victoriously invading the Russian land,
625 2 | steeds, brethren! Let us view the blue river Don."~And
626 12| lgor sleeps. lgor keeps his vigil. lgor's thoughts cross the
627 7 | VII. THE RUSSIAN DEFEAT~And
628 8 | VIII. THE AUTHOR'S LAMENTS~And
629 15| to the Church of the Holy Virgin of Pirogoshch. The lands
630 11| their song, but it is the voice of Iaroslavna which is heard.
631 10| APPEAL TO PRINCES ROMAN OF VOLYN, AND MSTISLAV OF GRODNO~
632 9 | their knives and ancestors' war cries. But you said: ~'Let
633 12| having caught a horse. He warns the prince. Prince Igor
634 10| domain of Vseslav. Your warring brought Kuman violence (
635 10| to come from far away to watch over your paternal golden -
636 13| green trees, for your drakes watched over him on the water, and
637 11| warriors of my beloved? In the waterless prairie you parched their
638 13| lolled the prince on your waves, for you have spread for
639 13| river Stugna. Its stream is weak. It has swallowed up other
640 9 | I behold my powerful and wealthy, and well-girded brother,
641 9 | powerful and wealthy, and well-girded brother, Iaroslav of Chernigov,
642 11| boats of Sviatoslav (when he went to meet Khan Kobiak's army.
643 | Where
644 12| Beyond the river, Ovlur whistles, having caught a horse.
645 3 | tempest, awoke the birds. The whistling of the beasts arose. And
646 8 | the Russian land and to win victory. Oh, too far toward
647 9 | of the infidels without winning glory for yourselves. Your
648 1 | swans. But rather he lay his wise fingers upon the living
649 10| him Boyan the Seer said wisely in his refrains:~"Neither
650 8 | flaming horn, the Russian women begin to lament, saying:~"
651 9 | tomorrow.'~What is there to wonder, brethren, when an old man
652 14| snakes were crawling, and the woodpeckers show the way to the river
653 10| Vseslav. And, having been worsted by the Lithuanian swords,
654 5 | fierce auroch Vsevolod. What wound can matter, brethren, to
655 10| that roared like aurochs, wounded by tempered swords in the
656 10| sit high on your throne wrought of gold. Your iron regiments
657 10| X. THE BARD APPEALS TO THE
658 11| XI. IGOR'S WIFE, EUPHROSINIA,
659 12| XII. PRINCE IGOR FLEES FROM
660 13| XIII. IGOR SPEAKS WITH THE RIVER
661 14| XIV. THE KUMANS PURSUE IGOR~
662 15| XV. APODOSIS~And Boyan, [the
663 6 | Trojan. There passed the years of Iaroslav. And there were
664 9 | black shroud upon a bed of yew. They ladled out for me
665 | yourselves
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