[Contents]TO THE CIRCASSIANS“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,In Tartar words you dare to say.Nobody gave it you, your world is young,So far no one has ta’en it away.Nobody yet has led you in fetters,But we have wisdom in such matters.In God’s good word we daily read,But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,To Caesar’s high-exalted throne’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.To us for wisdom should you come,We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.But that house of yoursStill hurts our eyes;If we didn’t give it,Why should you have it?These ways of yourscause much surprise.We never grantedThe corn you planted.The sunlight, youShould pay for, too.Oh, quite uneducated you![73]Good Christians we, no pagans needy,Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.If you in peace from us would learnStore of wisdom you would earn.With us what great illumination,A cont’nent ’neath our domination;Siberia great, for illustration.There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.From Moldavia to FinlandiaMany tongues but nothing said,Except for blessings on your head.A holy monk here reads the Bible,Tells the story, ’tis no libel,Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,And then the neighbour he robbed of life.The king now dwells in paradise.Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.Oh, you creatures unenlightened,Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.Whatever is there we can’t do?The stars we count and crops we sow;The foreigner curse,Then fill our purse,The people selling,’Tis truth I’m telling.[74]No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,Just common ord’nary Christian folks.No Spaniards we, may God forbid!Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.So don’t you think you’d like to beSuch law-abiding folks as we?House with melon and sunflower in garden.[75]
[Contents]TO THE CIRCASSIANS“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,In Tartar words you dare to say.Nobody gave it you, your world is young,So far no one has ta’en it away.Nobody yet has led you in fetters,But we have wisdom in such matters.In God’s good word we daily read,But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,To Caesar’s high-exalted throne’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.To us for wisdom should you come,We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.But that house of yoursStill hurts our eyes;If we didn’t give it,Why should you have it?These ways of yourscause much surprise.We never grantedThe corn you planted.The sunlight, youShould pay for, too.Oh, quite uneducated you![73]Good Christians we, no pagans needy,Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.If you in peace from us would learnStore of wisdom you would earn.With us what great illumination,A cont’nent ’neath our domination;Siberia great, for illustration.There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.From Moldavia to FinlandiaMany tongues but nothing said,Except for blessings on your head.A holy monk here reads the Bible,Tells the story, ’tis no libel,Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,And then the neighbour he robbed of life.The king now dwells in paradise.Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.Oh, you creatures unenlightened,Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.Whatever is there we can’t do?The stars we count and crops we sow;The foreigner curse,Then fill our purse,The people selling,’Tis truth I’m telling.[74]No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,Just common ord’nary Christian folks.No Spaniards we, may God forbid!Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.So don’t you think you’d like to beSuch law-abiding folks as we?House with melon and sunflower in garden.[75]
TO THE CIRCASSIANS“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,In Tartar words you dare to say.Nobody gave it you, your world is young,So far no one has ta’en it away.Nobody yet has led you in fetters,But we have wisdom in such matters.In God’s good word we daily read,But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,To Caesar’s high-exalted throne’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.To us for wisdom should you come,We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.But that house of yoursStill hurts our eyes;If we didn’t give it,Why should you have it?These ways of yourscause much surprise.We never grantedThe corn you planted.The sunlight, youShould pay for, too.Oh, quite uneducated you![73]Good Christians we, no pagans needy,Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.If you in peace from us would learnStore of wisdom you would earn.With us what great illumination,A cont’nent ’neath our domination;Siberia great, for illustration.There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.From Moldavia to FinlandiaMany tongues but nothing said,Except for blessings on your head.A holy monk here reads the Bible,Tells the story, ’tis no libel,Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,And then the neighbour he robbed of life.The king now dwells in paradise.Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.Oh, you creatures unenlightened,Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.Whatever is there we can’t do?The stars we count and crops we sow;The foreigner curse,Then fill our purse,The people selling,’Tis truth I’m telling.[74]No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,Just common ord’nary Christian folks.No Spaniards we, may God forbid!Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.So don’t you think you’d like to beSuch law-abiding folks as we?
“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,In Tartar words you dare to say.Nobody gave it you, your world is young,So far no one has ta’en it away.Nobody yet has led you in fetters,But we have wisdom in such matters.In God’s good word we daily read,But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,To Caesar’s high-exalted throne’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.To us for wisdom should you come,We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.But that house of yoursStill hurts our eyes;If we didn’t give it,Why should you have it?These ways of yourscause much surprise.We never grantedThe corn you planted.The sunlight, youShould pay for, too.Oh, quite uneducated you![73]Good Christians we, no pagans needy,Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.If you in peace from us would learnStore of wisdom you would earn.With us what great illumination,A cont’nent ’neath our domination;Siberia great, for illustration.There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.From Moldavia to FinlandiaMany tongues but nothing said,Except for blessings on your head.A holy monk here reads the Bible,Tells the story, ’tis no libel,Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,And then the neighbour he robbed of life.The king now dwells in paradise.Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.Oh, you creatures unenlightened,Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.Whatever is there we can’t do?The stars we count and crops we sow;The foreigner curse,Then fill our purse,The people selling,’Tis truth I’m telling.[74]No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,Just common ord’nary Christian folks.No Spaniards we, may God forbid!Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.So don’t you think you’d like to beSuch law-abiding folks as we?
“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,In Tartar words you dare to say.Nobody gave it you, your world is young,So far no one has ta’en it away.Nobody yet has led you in fetters,But we have wisdom in such matters.
“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue,
In Tartar words you dare to say.
Nobody gave it you, your world is young,
So far no one has ta’en it away.
Nobody yet has led you in fetters,
But we have wisdom in such matters.
In God’s good word we daily read,But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,To Caesar’s high-exalted throne’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.
In God’s good word we daily read,
But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan,
To Caesar’s high-exalted throne
’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need.
To us for wisdom should you come,We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.
To us for wisdom should you come,
We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade.
Good Christians we, with church and Ikon;
All goods, even God, our own we’ve made.
But that house of yoursStill hurts our eyes;If we didn’t give it,Why should you have it?These ways of yourscause much surprise.We never grantedThe corn you planted.The sunlight, youShould pay for, too.Oh, quite uneducated you!
But that house of yours
Still hurts our eyes;
If we didn’t give it,
Why should you have it?
These ways of yours
cause much surprise.
We never granted
The corn you planted.
The sunlight, you
Should pay for, too.
Oh, quite uneducated you!
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Good Christians we, no pagans needy,Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.If you in peace from us would learnStore of wisdom you would earn.
Good Christians we, no pagans needy,
Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy.
If you in peace from us would learn
Store of wisdom you would earn.
With us what great illumination,A cont’nent ’neath our domination;Siberia great, for illustration.There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.
With us what great illumination,
A cont’nent ’neath our domination;
Siberia great, for illustration.
There’s jails and folks ’yond computation.
From Moldavia to FinlandiaMany tongues but nothing said,Except for blessings on your head.
From Moldavia to Finlandia
Many tongues but nothing said,
Except for blessings on your head.
A holy monk here reads the Bible,Tells the story, ’tis no libel,Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,And then the neighbour he robbed of life.The king now dwells in paradise.Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.
A holy monk here reads the Bible,
Tells the story, ’tis no libel,
Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife,
And then the neighbour he robbed of life.
The king now dwells in paradise.
Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise.
Oh, you creatures unenlightened,Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.Whatever is there we can’t do?The stars we count and crops we sow;The foreigner curse,Then fill our purse,The people selling,’Tis truth I’m telling.
Oh, you creatures unenlightened,
Be ye not of our dogmas frightened!
Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach;
A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach.
Whatever is there we can’t do?
The stars we count and crops we sow;
The foreigner curse,
Then fill our purse,
The people selling,
’Tis truth I’m telling.
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No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,Just common ord’nary Christian folks.No Spaniards we, may God forbid!Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.So don’t you think you’d like to beSuch law-abiding folks as we?
No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes,
Just common ord’nary Christian folks.
No Spaniards we, may God forbid!
Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid.
So don’t you think you’d like to be
Such law-abiding folks as we?
House with melon and sunflower in garden.[75]
House with melon and sunflower in garden.
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