The strife of the princes against the pagans has come to an end, for brother says to brother: "This is mine, and that is mine too," and the princes have begun to say of what is small: "This is big," while against their own selves they forge discord, [and] while from all sides with victories the pagans enter the Russian land.
O, far has the falcon gone, slaying birds: to the sea! But Igor's brave troops cannot be brought back to life. In their wake the Keener has wailed, and Lamentation has overrun the Russian land, shaking the embers in the inglehorn.
Lamentations (concluded)
The Russian women have started to weep, repeating: "Henceforth our dear husbands cannot be thought of by [our) thinking, nor mused about by [our] musing, nor beheld by [our| eyes; as to gold and silver none at all shall we touch!"
And, brothers, Kiev groaned in sorrow, and so did Chernigov in adversity; anguish spread flowing over the Russian land, abundant woe made its way midst the Russian land, while the princes forged discord against their own selves, [and] while the pagans, with victories prowling over the Russian land, took tribute of one vair from every homestead.
Victories of Svyatoslav I If recalled
All because the two brave sons of Svyatoslav, Igor and Vsevolod, stirred up the virulence that had been all but curbed by their senior, dread Svyatoslav, the Great |Prince] of Kiev, [who kept the Kumans] in dread. |