While not required of the poet
By the holy sacrifice Apollo,
The cares of the vain world
He immersed cowardly;
Silence his holy lyre;
Soul partakes hladny dream,
And among the insignificant children of the world,
May be, all he paltry.
But the divine word
Before hearing sensitive touch,
the poet's soul vstrepenetsya,
As awakened eagle.
He longs in the games world,
Human shun rumors,
To the feet of the national idol
Not tends proud head;
he runs, wild and harsh,
And the sound is full and confusion,
On the shore of desolate waves,
In shirokoshumnye oaks ...
