Than your Karmelūk has sins!
“Robber!” so good folk may cry—
“Murderer!” But I’ve killed none.
For, look ye, I have a soul.
I may take from rich my toll
(And I’ll do it too, be sure!),
Free from sin is Karmelūk
For he gives it to the poor.
Rising o’er Siberia
Shines the sun. Keep watch you must.