Commentary to the poem “The Poet’s dead! — a slave to honor...”
The words “The Poet’s dead! — a slave to honor...” are taken from Mikhail Lermontov’s poem “Death of the Poet”.
O you, smart and vainglorious sons
Of those who’re famous for their widely known mean actions,
You think yourselves the sovereigns of the throng
But there is Court of God, you evil manifold,
The terrible court that waits!
There Judge cannot be bribed with gold,
He in advance knows all your deeds and notions’ weights.
When lies would clear your aberrations,
And you won’t wash away the Poet’s righteous blood
With all corrupt blood in your veins!