"Wizard Boyán, scion of Véles."

"The trumpets blare at Nóvgorod, the banners stand fast at Putívl."

"Div arose crying calls on the tree-top."

"But the Pólovtsy on trackless roads ran to the mighty Don."

"There have been the ages of Troyán; the years of Yarosláv have declined. There have been the armies of Olég, Olég Svy…"

"Then, in the time of Olég, Boris wrought for evil: feuds were sown and grew apace, the life of [Russia] the scion of …"

"From early moon until the evening, from the evening until the day-light, tempered arrows fly, the sabres thunder abou…"

"They fought one day, they fought another; on the third day, close on noon, the standards of Ígoŕ fell."

"Now already, brothers a weary time arose."

"I wish to lay down my head and to drink of the Don in my helmet!"