Here lances shall break,
here sabers shall blunt
against Kuman helmets
on the river Kayala by the Great Don.
O Russian land,
you are already behind the culmen!
Now the winds, Stribog's grandsons,
in [the guise of] arrows waft from the sea
against the brave troops of Igor!
The earth rumbles,
the rivers run sludgily,
dust covers the fields.
The banners speak:
"The Kumans are coming
from the Don and from the sea and
from all sides!"
The Russian troops retreat.
The Fiend's children bar the field
with their war cries;
the brave sons of Rus bar it
with their vermilion shields.