From the Georgian of Prince Tschawtschawadze.
THE DELIBASH
With the hostile camp in skirmish
Our men once were changing shot,
Pranced the Delibash his charger
'Fore our ranks of Cossacks hot.
Trifle not with free-born Cossacks!
Nor too o'er foolhardy be!
Thy mad mood thou wilt atone for—
On his pike he'll skewer thee!
'Ware friend Cossack! Or at full bound,
Off thy head, at lightning speed
With his scimitar he'll sever
From thy trunk! He will indeed!
What confusion! What a roaring!
Halt! thou devil's pack, have care!
On the pike is lanced the horseman—
Headless stands the Cossack there!
PUSHKIN.
Delibash is the Turkish synonym for Hotspur.
TO THE DON
Through the Steppes, see there he glances!
Silent flood glad hailed by me,—
Thy far distant sons do proffer
Through me, greeting fond to thee!