Will I disgrace the name of citizen
When the fateful time
arrives,
And be like you, you pampered tribesmen
Of regenerated
Slavs?
No, I do not have it in me to indulge my youth
In the shameful
embrace of idle luxury
Or allow a boiling soul to do nothing at
all
Under the heavy yoke of tyranny.
Let the young, not having guessed their fate,
refuse to comprehend
the destiny of the age
And take no thought of the inevitable
battle
For the oppressed freedom of humankind.
Let them in cold blood throw a cold look
On the calamity of the
struggling fatherland
And fail to read their own future shame
Among
the just reproaches of posterity.
Let them repent when the people, having risen,
Find them in the
embrace of idle languor,
When the insurrection for the rights of
man
Will find in them no Brutus or Riego.
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J. Kates is a poet and literary translator who lives in Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire.
His translations of the Romantic Russian poets will be forthcoming in an anthology of international Romantic poetry
edited by Michael Ferber. An Anthology of European Romantic Poetry in Translation, Longman (US) 2004.
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