Russian Poet – Aleksandr Pushkin

Aleksandr Pushkin

“Oh, Rome — a Proud Land…”

Oh, Rome — a proud land of lechery, of evil,

It’ll come the trial’s day — a hammer and an anvil.

I see the end of your ‘eternal’ reign:

Your crown, in the dust, will never rise again.

The youthful nations — suns of bloody battle —

Will raise the sword above your people-cattle,

Just leaving after them the mountains and seas,

And flooding all your land as waters of the streams.

The Rome will fall; it will be covered by a darkness;

And, just a traveler, while seeing stones’ vastness,

And lost in gloomy thoughts, at last will give a yell:

“By freedom Rome’s bred, by slavery it’s felled.


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