На М. М. Чичагов

Като куче на верига къса
лае зла картечница отпред.
И шрапнелът плячката си търси,
сякаш е пчела и сбира мед.

А „ура“-то бликва като песен
на жетвари подир ден богат.
Струва ти се — всичко е чудесно,
и навред са мир и благодат.

Вярно е, че свято, величаво —
воинското дело смятам аз.
Серафимите с небесна слава
осветяват всяка бойна част.

Тия бавни труженици, Боже,
в кървавия път благослови!
Всеки е сеяч и както може —
жъне слава в гибелта, уви!

Както са се скланяли над плуга,
и живели в горести и смях,
днес така сърцата им за друга
жътва са готови — аз видях!

Но дарувай, Господи, и сили,
и победа дай на оногоз,
който на врага си каже: „Мили,
ха стани, ела, бъди ми гост.“

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
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  • Владимир Марков, Меррилл Спаркс
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
  • Немецкий
    Адриан Ваннер
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил

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