Night, and dawn of Saturday

Night, and
dawn of
Saturday

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In the field slumbers
Oleg's brave aerie:
far has it flown!
Not born was it to be wronged
either by falcon or hawk,
or by you, black raven,
pagan Kuman!
Gzak runs like a gray wolf;
Konchak lays out a track for him
to the Great Don.

On the next day very early
bloody effulgences
herald the light.
Black clouds come from the sea:
They want to cover
the four suns,
and in them throb blue lightnings.
There is to be great thunder,
there is to come rain in [the guise of]
arrows
from the Great Don.

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.