The Tale of the Armament of Igor · 1915
Part I · IV. Invocation of Boyan
Translated by Leonard A. Magnus (1915)
Oh, Boyan, nightingale of the times agone! If only thou hadst warbled of these hosts, leaping in the tree of thought, flying up with thy mind beneath the clouds, weaving together the glories of both halves of this time, racing on the path of Troyan through the plains to the mountains.
Thus might have been sung in song to Igor, [his (Oleg's) grandson]. "Like as a storm bore hawks before it across the broad fields, the crows, in flocks run towards the mighty Don."
Or, thus might have been sung, oh wizard Boyan, scion of Veles.
..." The horses neigh beyond the Sula, the glory echoes at Kiev, the trumpets blare at Novgorod, the banners stand fast at Putivl'."
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Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · IV. Invocation of Boyan. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/3/.
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Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · IV. Invocation of Boyan. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/3/.