With thorn, not with laurel
As a king crowned,
In a saddle — with wings!
Around the shape narrow
On the black velvet
Maltese gold is.
Unbreakable thorn
Needles — a vow
To friend and God.
High bending
Of a swan, on the side
A Maltese sword.
The knight of Maltese
Order — George,
Midst sleepers — aware.
The knight of Maltese
Order — George,
At wives doesn't stare...
Не лавром, а терном
На царство венчанный,
В седле — а крылатый!
Вкруг узкого стана
На бархате чёрном
Мальтийское злато.
Нетленные иглы
Терновые — Богу
И Другу присяга.
Высокий загиб
Лебединый, а с боку
Мальтийская шпага.
Мальтийского Ордена
Рыцарь — Георгий,
Меж спящими — бдящий.
Мальтийского Ордена
Рыцарь — Георгий,
На жён не глядящий...
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