Poltavian Battle

Fight!
 The new dawn burns the (eastern) sky
 And canons roar upon the hills
 The purple smoke is (twisting) high
 Toward the rose empyreans!
 To make a tryst with (morning's) rays
 The regiments are closing ranks
 The marksmen fill the (scattered) brush
 The shot is flying, bullets slash!
 Bullets slash!
 The cavalry is charging
 The infantry is charging too
 Endeavoring to fortify
 The cavalry with steadfast ranks
 Steadfast ranks!
 The field of fatal battle thunders
 Illuminated by the flames
 The glory of their banners darkens
 And by the grace of God, each step
 We take across the field is blessed
 Then Peter's sonorous, inspired
 Voice rose above the battle, westward
 Emerged, surrounded by a crowd
 "В бой!"
 The battle flames. Through martial dust
 He flies, his eyes attentive, sly
 The scorching glow of noon recasts
 The cannons blow and bullets fly
 Within the smoke amid the plains
 The battle of Poltava thundered!
 In flames, beset by burning hail
 The skies affright, forever sundered
 And over fallen ranks
 Close in with bayonets
 Grave clouds
 The cavalry detachments fly
 Their bridles, sabers ring
 Collide and hack and sing
 The corpses pile on heaps of corpses all around
 Them, leaping, striking, scattering
 Dust, hissing in the pools of blood
 The Swedes and Russians - chop, hack, cut
 But Victory is ours and wrought!