Игорь Ржавин - Книга Велеса (ода)

Jagailo Gan, the prophetic storyteller, The Preacher of Righteous Times, Under the light of torches in the ominous darkness He kept a chronicle of Native tribes. A tablet on beech planks, And a round dance of Slavic runes They take you deep into the centuries of the Fathers, When Perun lit the way for us. And the bird Swa beats its wings, On enemies letting dry, In the blue Svarga he sends under the banner The army of the fallen sons. The Book of Veles The heavens themselves whispered. The Book of Veles And every day it works wonders: Faithfully warms, Obscurantism drive out. Our strength is the glory of our ancestors, Book — shield and Sword, They will protect Russia! Suffered abuse From the Greeks, the Goths and the Khazars. And they died of betrayal Varangians, Huns and Avars. The Night of Svarog has covered us A leaden cloud of enemy arrows, The Sword of Svyatoslav the Brave Perun crushed Sarkel.