Who in the winter morning, when fells
Fluffy snow and red dawn
On the steppe gray looks with trepidation,
I listened to the bells of the monastery?
In the struggle against this wind chime poryvnym
Far across the sky they entered, –
And travelers liked him more than once,
As news of the death of il immortality voice.
And this ringing I love! - It is a flower
Mohylny Kurgan, mausoleum,
That does not change; no time limit,
No small misfortune people
He did not drown out; always alone,
High towers grim lord,
He declares all the world, but alone -
Himself a stranger around, earth and heaven.