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We numbered many in the ship,
Some spread the sails, some pulled, together,
The mighty oars; 'twas placid weather.
The rudder in his steady grip,
Our helmsman silently was steering
The heavy galley through the sea,
While I, from doubts and sorrows free,
Sang to the crew... When suddenly,
A storm! and the wide sea was rearing...
The helmsman and the crew were lost.
No sailor by the storm was tossed
Ashore — but I, who had been singing.
I chant the songs I loved of yore,
And on the sunned and rocky shore
I dry my robes, all wet and clinging.

Translated by Babette Deutsch

A.S. Pushkin. Arion (“We numbered many in the ship...”). Translated by Babette Deutsch // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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