The league of ours is beautiful, my friends
It’s indivisible and timeless as the soul —
Unchained, unshakable, and heedless, and a whole,
It’s grown in the friendly muses’ hands.
Let fate prepare for us the hardest roads,
Let fortune play to us the golden strings —
We are the same: in worlds — we’re outlaws,
And citizens — in Village of the Kings.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 1999,
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, December, 1999