I
Hear Yaroslavna
Mourning her loved one
Ceaselessly—
From her bower, grievous she
Sobs—unabated-
Unmitigated:
—Igor mine! Prince
Igor mine! Prince
Igor!
Raven, relent—
Leave me mine eyes
To weep with!
Sun, dart those keen
Shafts in mine eyes—
To blind them!
Woe then is Rus!
Igor mine! Rus!
Igor!