I saw the sky in the shades of steel, and rocks in the murky cave,
The hurrying bleaks that exist by feel fled into the coming wave,
White snowy manes of the rumbling sea fell onto the back of tide,
There was a cross in the willow-tree that sheltered me for the night.
Of distant lands, where man can fly, my brother was highest king,
I saw his frigates patrol the sky, and loved him, and wept for him.
Brother, slender like a bird, brother, fair like a maid, brother.
Brother, I dream of sea, brother, the dark waves sing, brother.
Of hexed fish with a magic fin I learned from a passerby,
And swore an oath, by the blood within, to taste of it or to die
The learned stranger flung out a book of wisdom on everything
To catch your fish, you must bait your hook with eyes of the feathered king!
Brother, black is your cape, white are your sides, brother.
Brother, white is my cape, black are my sides, brother.
Brother, circle in my cross, cross above your circle, brother.
Brother, circle in your cross, cross above my circle, brother.
Now hunched and humbled, I walked the shore, I cried, and it hurt the sky.
A brother called brother to brothers’ war, to rip out his brother’s eyes.
The air groaned under mighty wings – my brother returned the call,
We splattered rocks with the blood of kings, and struggled, unseen by all.
Brother, black are your eyes, white are your cries, brother.
Brother, white are my eyes, black are my cries, brother.
Brother, there is my knife, where is yours, brother?
Brother, there is your knife, where is mine, brother? My brother?
The day was spent, yet the battle raged, black clouds hid sun away,
A force was wakened, a sleeper raised, unknown to us that day,
A force was wakened, a sleeper raised, unknown before that day,
Yet blades were shattered, and battled raged, black clouds concealed the fray!
Who is he, whose shadow marches slowly take the East away?
Who constructed crystal arches, separating night and day?
Who defeated Northern seas, and who has touched the stars of West?
Who can wear, if he pleases, Sun and Moon upon his chest?
Our anguish guides his boat on the winds of autumn night,
His three shining pupils float on his eye that looks inside,
Sails unfurl above his barque as it passes swiftly in the height,
And four burning pupils mark his eye that watches outside!
My brother fell as I won the war and broke him in his defeat,
His maddened birds cried above the shore and watched empty sockets bleed.
I cast the bait in a hidden bay, where round waves lash and race,
My luck has held, and I caught, that day, a fish with a human face.
I took, and ate, and I gained true sight that pierced the hazy skies
I saw before me a crimson knight, who sought me with questing eyes,
I closed my eyes, but I could still see, my palms did not hide at all
Four burning pupils that followed me, and reached me, and scarred my soul.
He burned my mind and my memory has faded. I walked, aghast.
A silent bird glided after me, I trailed quicksilver dust.
I spent my nights under rooted firs, sought berries and walked again
The call of corncrake became my curse on dusky and swampy plain.
In northern lands the sunsets are late, and tears freeze as you cry
I sing of brothers, and their fate, and fish that demand an eye.
(классический пример правила 90\10. Большую часть текста я перевел за меньшую часть времени, остальное дописывал три месяца)