*The Cranes* / Zhuravli

translation

I sometimes think that warriors brave,
Who met their death in bloody fight,
Were never buried in a grave
But rose as cranes with plumage white.
Since then unto this very day
They pass high overhead and cry.
Is that not why we often gaze
In silence as the cranes go by?
Across the weary sky they race
In the evening's dying glow I see
And in their ranks there is a space—
Perhaps they're keeping it for me?
One day I'll join the flock of cranes
With them I shall go winging by
And you who here on earth remain,
Will listen to my strident cry.

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