Marina Tsvetaeva
Poems to Blok. 10. Here is he — look — tired of the foreign lands...

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Here is he — look — tired of the foreign lands,
A chief without friends.

Here — drinks from mountain rapids with his hand —
A knight with no land.

There's all for him: knighthood, and land,
Mother, and bread.

Great's your inheritance — so rule this land,
Friend without friends!

Translated by Ilya Shambat