Oíer the rockface, oíer the precipice, along the edge, the margin I lash steeds with my nagaika whip, I urge them further onward Seems like short Iíve been of air, I gulp mist, I drink the headwind Feeling fatally enraptured: Iím a goner, Iím a goner! Slow it down, my good horses, slow it down a little! Donít you follow my tight lashing whip! How come I end up with such horses - so ungovernable I have not lived my due, Iíll not sing up my bit I will water my steeds End my rhyme and my rhythm For a moment once more I will stand on the brim! Iíll be gone and like a snowflake Iíll be puffed away by snowstorms In a sleigh and at a gallop Iíll be drawn on morning snow trails Will you change your gait to walking from a gallop, my good horses Let me linger for a moment on the way to my last haven! Slow it down, my good horses, slow it down a little! You will never obey lashing whips! How come I end up with such horses - so ungovernable I have not lived my due, Iíll not sing up my bit I will water my steeds End my rhyme and my rhythm For a moment once more I will stand on the brim! We have made it - one is never a latecomer to see Godís place So what are angels there singing in their angry shrieking voices? May it be those bells of harness bursting into sobbing jangle? Is it me who yells in sleigh begging the steeds to keep from dashing? Slow it down, my good horses, slow it down a little! I am begging you not to fly fast! How come I end up with such horses - so ungovernable... Since Iíve not lived my due, let me sing up my part! I will water my steeds End my rhyme and my rhythm For a moment once more I will stand on the brim!
© Nadia ?. Translation, 2021