And I need no girl.
By the cold of will,
By the trace of blue
I will alone go.
Widowed and an orphan
You were till I conquered.
By the willing trace
Of rushing spring water.
I'll wash away feats
From the glory, from pus.
In your glory I'll
Give drink to the horse.
Keep, little dove,
The sprouts from hail,
The girl from the serpent,
The hero from the girl.
А девы — не надо.
По вольному хладу,
По синему следу
Один я поеду.
Как был до победы:
Сиротский и вдовый.
По вольному следу
Воды родниковой.
От славы, от гною
Доспехи отмою.
Во славу Твою
Коня напою.
Храни, Голубица,
От града — посевы,
Девицу — от гада,
Героя — от девы.
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