Alexei Stepanovich Khomyakov. (№ 339927)

Let your rivers deep wave,
As the waves of blue seas,
And the depths of the mountains full of diamonds,
And bread tuk lush steppes,
Let the sight of your majestic brilliance
Timidly getting at peoples eyes
And the seven seas Nesmachny splash
You are singing to the chorus of praise;
Even if is a bloody storm
Your Perun swept -
All that power, that glory,
All this dust not be proud!
Menacing you had a great Rome,
King semihollow ridge
Iron willpower wild
A dream realized;
And fierce was the fire Bulat
Altai in the hands of the savages;
And all buried in piles of gold
The Queen of the Western seas.
And what is Rome? and where are the Mongols?
And, hiding in his chest dying,
Forges powerless against sedition,
Trembling over the abyss, Albion!
Barren of any spirit of pride,
Wrong gold steel brittle
Strong but clear the world of the Shrine,
Strong praying hand!