I see Elbrus.

Over daybreak darkness,

where time runs swiftly,

it

with bare grey head

met the sun

not risen for us.

As if hearth,

Burning over the Caucasus,

It is reflected

in aul⌠s windows.

And burning from it

dawn

wings over mountain land

flung.

Mountains are dark,

and ravines are black,

night sounds

rush about vaguely in them,

But from its burning head

the sun generated by morning

gushed out.

City,

is not accesible for the weak ones and is strict,

it calls the strong ones

to rise and fight!

Elbrus has the only God -

the sun!

The sun rising over the world!

Freely

And without worship before it,

it shines itself,

filled with the sun,

hope for the heart

and faith for the mind

it reflected on mountaineers⌠ faces.

I see Elbrus.

Under steep blue

pines light up with its bronze.

Earlier than others

it

that meets the sun,

later than others

it sees it off.