Igor rides on

Igor rides on

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Igor leads Donward his warriors.
His misfortunes already
are forefelt by the birds in the,
oakscrub.
The wolves, in the ravines,
conjure the storm.
The erns with their squalling
summon the beasts to the bones.
The foxes yelp
at the vermilion shields.
O Russian land,
you are already behind the culmen!

Long does the night keep darkling.
Dawn sheds its light.
Mist has covered the fields.
Stilled is the trilling of nightingales;
the jargon of jackdaws has woken.
With their vermilion shields
the sons of Rus have barred the great
prairie,
seeking for themselves honor,
and for their prince glory.

The Song of Igor's Campaign, Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg.

The Song of Igor's Campaign,
Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg.