Ольга [Olga] [English translation]

"Helga! Helga!" sounded over the fields

Where they broke each other's backs

Young men with fierce eyes and strong wiry hands.

"Olga! Olga!" howled the Drevlians

Their hair yellow as finest mead

Clawing out from a burning bathouse,

With bloody fingernails, a path.

And beyond the foreign distant seas,

Crashed, never tiring,

Sounding out the same sonorous name

Varangian steel into Byzantine brass.

I forgot all which I remembered before

All the Christian names

Only your name, Olga, for my throat

Is sweeter than aged wine.

Year after year, grows more irresistible

The song of ages in my blood

I am drunk on the former weight

Of my Scandinavian bones.

A lagging warrior of ancient hosts,

Full of hatred to the world

I await the mad halls of Valhalla

Glorious battles and feasts I await.

I see a skull of foaming braga*,

The pink chines of bulls

And as a Valkyrie in flight,

Olga, Olga you circle over me!