The Tale of the Armament of Igor · 1915
Part I · V. The Arrival of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic
Translated by Leonard A. Magnus (1915)
Igor awaits his dear brother Vsevolod. And Vsevolod said to him: "My one brother, my one bright light, thou Igor! we are both sons of Svyatoslav! Brother, saddle thy swift horses; mine are ready for thee, saddled at Kursk beforehand: and my men of Kursk are experienced fighters, nursed amid trumpets, rocked in helmets, fed at the spear-blades, well-known to them are the paths; familiar to them are the ravines; their saddle-bows are strung; their quivers are open; and their sabres are whetted. They themselves gallop like grey wolves in the field, seeking honour for themselves, and for their prince glory."
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · V. The Arrival of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/4/.
Chicago
Anonymous (The Lay of Igor's Campaign). The Tale of the Armament of Igor, Part I · V. The Arrival of Vsevolod Svyatoslavic. Translated by Leonard A. Magnus. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/lay-of-igor-magnus/4/.