In the worldly steppe, so mournful and endless, Three springs mysteriously fought through withered earth: The spring of youth is speedy and rebellious, It boils and runs, and ripples in a blaze. Castalian spring, in worldly steppe, enlivens Exiles, whose fate is doleful and hard. The last of them -- the cold spring of oblivion -- Will always help to quench the thirst of hearts. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 1999 Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, January, 2000