«Farewell, farewell, great unwashed Russia, / All lords and slaves who are our nation, / And you, blue-uniformed oppression, / And you, conformant population. Behind the Caucasus’ tall wall I’ll / Hide from your sultan’s officers, / From their all-seeing eagle eyes / And sensitive...»
«Farewell forever, unwashed Russia! / O land of slaves, of masters cruel! / And you, blue-uniformed oppressors! / And you, meek nation whom they rule! / / Beyond the Caucasus’ high ridges, / I may be safe from your viziers — / far from those eyes — unseen, all-seeing — / and...»
«Leb, ungewaschnes Russland, wohl, / Du Land der Sklaven, Land der Herrn, / Der Uniformen Blau, und's Volk, / Das unterwürfig ist so gern. Mich werden hinterm Kaukasus / Wohl deine Zaren nicht mehr störn, / Ihr Aug, das alles schauen muss, / Und ihre Ohrn, die alles hörn.»
«I drink to our ruined house, / to the dolor of my life, / to our loneliness together; / and to you I raise my glass, / to lying lips that have betrayed us, / to dead-cold, pitiless eyes, / and to the hard realities: / that the world is brutal and coarse, / that God in fact has not sa...»