Aleksandr Pushkin

The league of ours is beautiful, my friends
It’s indivisible and timeless as the soul --
Unchained, unshakable, and heedless, and a whole,
It’s grown in the friendly muses’ hands.
Let fate prepare for us the hardest roads,
Let fortune play to us the golden strings --
We are the same: in worlds -- we're outlaws,
And citizens -- in Village of the Kings.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 1999,
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, December, 1999