The Song of the Wise Oleg [antikvár]

A Song about Prince OlegBy PUSHKINOleg, the wise Prince, roused to arm, Cried : " Vengeance on the ruthless horde Of raiding Chosars ! Field and farm My men shall put to fire and sword ! And when his faithful horse was brought, He rode out with his knights and men, In damascened, gold armour, wrought, By some deviceful Saracen-Before his men he rode in pride, Their hero-prince, and nothing feared ; But, ere he reached the forest-side ; From out it9 darkling deeps appeared Dread Perun's prophet, old and wise, Who studied in the secret shrine That he might in each man's own eyes His destiny and doom divine.The brave Prince rode towards him, and cried : " 0 Wizard, favoured of the gods, What woe or weal shall me betide ? How 9oon shall I, beneath the sods, Lie buried, while my foes rejoice ? Fear naught ; nor speak with faltering words. Whate' er my doom, be thine the choice Of all the horses in my herds !