Miraculous is the Dnieper
When it doesn’t divide its majestic breadth
Into the left and the right halves
Miraculous is the Dnieper when
A rare bullet can reach
Its golden mean
Miraculous is the Dnieper in all weathers
When its waters don’t play
Into profanes’ hands
Miraculous is the Dnieper
And blessed is the man
As he divideth not
Into the left and right
The majestic breadth
Of his Slavonic soul

Translated by Olga Volgina