Harness your thoroughbreds to the sledges!
Drink the counts' wines while the gutter rolls!
Rulers of bayonets and of souls!
Sell off your chapels—by weight—your churches,
Monasteries—auction them all—for scrap.

Burst in the Lord's house on horse-back!
Lap up the red trough for all you're able!

Stables—in churches! Churches—to stables!
Calendar—devil's own dozen too far!
Ours is the grave for the one word: tsar!

Rulers of currency and time-keeping!
Vent on the cupolas all your spite!
When they start selling our flesh for eating,
Menial slaves will discover — Breeding:
Black bones descry—bones that are white.