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God's Judgment over the Bishop (translation of R. Southey's ballad by Vasily Zhukovsky)

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Both summer and autumn were rainy;
Pastures and fields were drowned;
The grain in the fields was not ripe and was lost;
There was a famine, the people were dying.

But the bishop, by the grace of heaven,
Huge barns are full of grain;
Zhito saved last year’s money:
Bishop Gatton was careful.

Both the hungry and the beggar are rushing in crowds
At the bishop's door, demanding food;
Bishop Gatton was stingy and cruel:
He was not touched by the common misfortune.

He was tired of listening to their screams;
So he decided on a terrible thing:
The poor from near and far,
You can hear Bishop Gatton calling.

“We lived to see an unexpected miracle:
The bishop took the goods out from under the bushel;
He invites the poor to his feast,”
Thus spoke the astonished people.

The invited guests arrived on time,
Pale, stunted, skin and bones;
The old, huge barn is open,
Bishop Gatton will treat them there.

So they crowded together under the roof of the barn
All newcomers from the surrounding region...
How did Bishop Gatton receive them?
They burned the barn and the guests.

The bishop looking at the fireman's ashes,
He thinks: “Everyone will be grateful to me;
At once I delivered with my joke
Our land is hungry from greedy mice.”

The bishop returned to his castle,
Sat down to dinner, feasted, had fun,
I slept like an innocent and had no dreams...
Is it true! but he hasn’t slept since then.

In the morning he enters the chamber where they hung
Portraits of ancestors, and sees that they were eaten
Mouse his picturesque portrait,
So, there is no sign of canvas.

He was stunned; He's barely breathing out of fear...
Suddenly he hears a wonderful message:
“Our area is full of mice,
All the bread in the granaries has been eaten, down to the grain.”

Something else started ringing in my ears:
“God be on you for what happened yesterday!
Your castle is strong, Bishop Gatton,
Mice are besieging from all sides.”

The route to the Rhine from the castle was underground;
The bishop is in fear along the dark road
He hurries to leave the castle to the shore:
“I’ll be saved in the Rhine Tower,” he says.

A tower rose from the Rhine waters;
From a distance it seemed like a sharp cliff,
Sticking menacingly out of the foam, she;
The walls were surrounded by waves.

The bishop gets into the light boat;
Moored to the tower, locked the door and rushed
Up the steep granite steps;
In fear, he locked himself there alone.

The walls of steel seemed to be fused,
The windows were covered with bars,
Cast iron shutters, stone vault,
The entrance is locked with an iron door.

The prisoner does not know where to take refuge;
He lies down on the floor, closing his eyes...
Suddenly he is frightened by a muffled groan:
Two eyes above him flashed brightly.

The bishop fell to his knees and screamed
He calls God in a wild frenzy.
The criminal howls... and the mice swim...
Closer and closer... they swam... crawling.

He's already at a distance
You can hear them climbing with murmurs and squeaks;
You can hear their paws scratching the wall;
You can hear their teeth gnawing on stone.

Suddenly the inevitable beasts rushed in;
They rain down like hail through the windows, through the doors,
From the front, from the back, from the sides, from above...
What did you feel here, bishop?

They sharpened their teeth on the stones,
They greedily let them into the sinner's bones,
He was completely torn apart at the joints...
This is how Bishop Gatton was punished.

God's Judgment over a Bishop is a terrible ballad by the English poet R. Southey, translated by V.A. Zhukovsky. The ballad is based on an English legend.

News edited Dr. Kripke - 20-07-2015, 15:47

Both summer and autumn were rainy;
Pastures and fields were drowned;
The grain in the fields was not ripe and was lost;
There was a famine; the people were dying. But the bishop, by the grace of heaven,
Huge barns are full of grain;
Zhito saved last year’s money:
Bishop Gatton was careful. Both the hungry and the beggar rush into the crowd
At the bishop's door, demanding food;
Bishop Gatton was stingy and cruel;
He was not touched by the common misfortune. He was tired of listening to their cries;
Suddenly he decided on a terrible thing:
The poor from near and far,
Bishop Gatton can be heard calling out. “We have lived to see an unexpected miracle:
The bishop took the goods out from under the bushel;
He invites the poor to his feast,”
So spoke the astonished people. The invited guests gathered at the appointed time,
Pale, stunted, skin and bones;
The old huge barn is open:
Bishop Gatton will treat them there. They are already crowded under the roof of the barn
All newcomers from the surrounding region:
How did Bishop Gatton receive them?
The barn was burned for them and the guests were burned. The bishop looked at the ashes of the fireman,
He thinks: everyone will be grateful to me;
At once I delivered with my joke
Our land is hungry from greedy mice. The bishop returned to his castle,
Sat down to dinner, feasted, had fun,
I slept like an innocent and had no dreams...
Is it true! but since then he has not slept. In the morning he enters the chamber where they hung
Portraits of ancestors, and sees that they were eaten
His picturesque portrait of a mouse,
So that there is no sign of the canvas. He was stunned; he breathes a little out of fear:
Suddenly he hears a wonderful message:
"Our area is full of mice,
All the bread in the granaries was eaten, down to the grain." Then something else began to ring in my ears:
"God be on you for what happened yesterday!
Your castle is strong, Bishop Gatton,
Mice are besieging from all sides.” The route to the Rhine from the castle was underground,
The bishop is in fear along the dark road
He hurries to leave the castle to the shore:
I will be saved in the Rhine Tower,” he says. The tower rose from the Rhine waves;
From a distance it seemed like a sharp cliff,
Sticking menacingly out of the foam, she;
The walls were surrounded by a wave. The bishop sat down in a light boat;
Moored to the tower, locked the door and rushed
Up the steep granite steps;
In fear alone, he shut himself up there. The walls of steel seemed to be fused,
The windows were covered with bars,
Cast iron shutters, stone vault,
The entrance is locked with an iron door. The prisoner does not know where to take refuge;
He lies down on the floor, closing his eyes:
Suddenly he is frightened by a muffled groan:
Two eyes flashed brightly above him. He looked: the cat was sitting and meowing;
That voice crushes and torments the sinner;
The cat is rushing about; She's not happy:
She senses the approach of mice. The bishop fell to his knees and screamed
He calls God in a wild frenzy.
The criminal howls: and the mice swim:
Closer and closer: swam: crawling: Now he’s at a close distance
You can hear them climbing with murmurs and squeaks;
You can hear their paws scratching the wall;
You can hear their teeth gnawing on stone. Suddenly the inevitable animals burst in
They rain down like hail through the windows, through the doors,
Front, rear, sides, height:
What did you feel here, bishop? They sharpened their teeth on the stones,
They greedily let them into the sinner's bones,
He was completely torn apart at the joints:
This is how Bishop Gatton was punished.