Игорь Ржавин Семарглов сон (поэма)

The Allseeing Eye of Fire It burns at the gates to the Irian Garden. He is a guardian, like the light of a distant star, His piercing gaze. Son of Svarog, Creator of Heaven, He descended to look after Navya. Lord of souls, purgatory of bodies, The First Face of Veles, led by the Ruler. And no one can hide From the ubiquitous tracking. Save us from dark deeds, From dirty thoughts and black service But now, trouble has happened: A myriad horde The spirits of evil have flocked, And a hopeless veil They hid the earthly world from the Highest brow. The fire faded Semargl was tired of the endless futile vigils. And without prayer sacrifices He fell into grief and despair. The Fiery Eye has fallen asleep A thousandyearold dead sleep. And we, in cruel oblivion, Destroying the Temple of their Gods, Indulged in blind lust In humble servitude from the good shackles. Semargl sees a prophetic dream: The Slavs have ins