The Tale of the Armament of Igor · 1915
Part I · XI. The Exaltation of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic
Translated by Leonard A. Magnus (1915)
Oh fierce bull [?] Vsevolod, thou standest in the struggle, dartest with thy arrows on the hosts, crashest with steel swords on their helmets. Where thou, the bull, didst leap forward, gleaming with thy golden helmet, there the heathen Polovetski heads lie, [and] their Avar helms are split by tempered sabres, by thee, fierce bull Vsevolod: who repined at the wounds of the enemy and forgot his honour and his life, and the City of Cernigov, his father's golden throne, and the wonts and the ways of his dear love, the fair Glebovna!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · XI. The Exaltation of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/10/.
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Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · XI. The Exaltation of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/10/.