The Memorial
Beyond compare the monument I have erected,
And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--Its head defiant will out-soar that famous pillar The Emperor Alexander hath!
I shall not vanish wholly,--No! but young
My spirit will live on, within my lyre will ring,
And men within this world shall hold me in remembrance While yet one Singer lives to sing.
My glory shall in future fly through distant Russia,
Each race in its own tongue shall name me far and wide,
The Slav, the Finn, the Kalmyk, all shall know me-- The Tungoose in his reindeer hide.
Among my people I shall be long loved and cherished,
Because their noblest instincts I have e'er inflamed,
In evil hours I lit their hearts with fires of freedom, And never for their pleasures blamed.
O Muse, pursue the calling of thy Gods forever!
Strive not for the garland, nor look upon the pain--Unmoved support the voice of scorn or of laudation, And argument with Fools disdain!
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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