Alexander Pushkin — Arion

We sailed in numerous company. 

A few of us drew fast the sheeting, 

The rest with mighty oar were beating 

The brine; while, calm on slumbrous sea, 

Our skillful helmsman clasped the rudder 

To guide the vessel's thrust, 

And I, at ease in carefree trust, 

I sang to them... A sudden gust 

Swept down and set the deep ashudder, 

And crew and helmsman, all were lost!-- 

I only, secret singer, tossed 

Upon the coast by seas in torment, 

I sing my anthems as before, 

And by a boulder on the shore 

Dry in the sun my sodden garment.