Here you will find the Poem To Kasbek of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
With winged footsteps now I hasten Unto the far cold North away, Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East, To thee, my farewell greetings say! Since all eternity, a turban Snow white, thy glorious brow has veiled, The peace sublime about thy glacier The strife of man has ne'er assailed. Accept my humble supplication, Hear thy submissive faithful son, To starry heights lift his entreaty To Allah's everlasting throne. I do implore--spice breathing coolness Through sultry sun-glow in the vale, A stone for rest unto the pilgrim In whirling dust of desert gale. Turn, I implore, the storm's hot hatred, The deadly thunderous lightning's course-- In Dariel's wild pass protect me And my distracted, trembling horse. Yet one prayer more my heart audacious, Weeping, lifts up in bodeful stress, What if my native land forget me In my sad exile's loneliness? Will, greeting me by name familiar, My friend then open wide his arms? Will e'en my brothers recognise me, So changed by many griefs and harms? Perchance my foot will fall profaning Dust of those loved in youth's far day, The pure and noble, deeply trusted-- Withered as Autumn leaves in May. O Kasbek, then with earth o'erwhelm me! Snow o'er thy weary wanderer back, And blow away my dust and scatter Along thy rock-ridged clefts lone track!
