Part II · V. The Incursion of the Polovtsy

It was dark on the third day. Two suns were dimmed; both purple columns [of the Aurora Borealis] were extinguished; and with these two the two young Moons, Oleg and Svyatoslav, were draped in darkness.

On the stream of the Kayala darkness covered the light. Over the Russian land the Polovtsy spread out like a brood of pards. And ye two plunged into the sea your mighty daring and will abandon it for folly.

Now obloquy was upraised after praise; now need burst out on freedom; now Div cast himself down [or? whined upon] the earth.

Thus the fair maidens of the Goths sang on the shore of the blue sea, tinkling in Russian gold. They sing the time of Bus [or Blus]; they cherish the vengeance for Sarokan. But, now, we, the druzina, are a-thirst for joy.