Ст. Р.Киплинга, муз. А.Кайдалова. Исполняет А.Кайдалов - Бремя Белого Человека
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The cult poem of R. Kipling "The burden of the White Man" is known in Russian in three different translations, which differ in fact not only lexically and stylistically, but also ideologically, differently refracting the author’s national identity.
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Translation by A. Sergeeva:

Carry this proud burden -
The relatives of the sons went
To the service of you subject
To peoples to the edge of the Earth -
For hard labor for hard labor
Rebellious savages,
Half demons,
Half people.

Carry this proud burden -
Be smooth and businesslike
Do not succumb to fears
And don't count offense;
A simple clear word
Repeat for the hundredth time -
This so that your ward
The generous has taken off the crop.

Carry this proud burden -
Fight for someone else's peace -
Make the disease back
And close the hunger;
But what are you closer to success,
The better you recognize
Pagan negligence,
Treacherous lie.

Carry this proud burden
Not like an arrogant king -
To hard black work,
Like a slave, herself;
During your lifetime you can’t see
Ports, highways, bridges -
So they are building them, leaving them
Graves like you!

Carry this proud burden -
You will be rewarded
The pickups of the commanders
And the cries of wild tribes:
"What do you want, damned
Why are you embarrassing the minds?
Do not take us to the light
From cute Egyptian darkness! "

Carry this proud burden -
Ungrateful work -
Ah, too loud speeches
Your fatigue is given!
What you have already done
And to do more,
The silent people will measure
You and your gods.

Carry this proud burden -
From youth in the distance
You will forget about light glory
Cheap laurel wreath -
Now your mature
And rebellion to fate
Will appreciate the bitter and sober
The court equal to you!

Second translation:

Translation by V. Toporov:

Your lot is the burden of white!
Like an exile, we went
Their sons to service
The dark sons of the Earth;

For hard labor -
There is no fierce her,-
Rule a dumb crowd
Either devils, then children.

Your lot is the burden of white!
Patiently demolish
Threats and insults
And do not ask honors;
Be patient and honest
Do not be lazy a hundred times -
To figure out everyone -
Repeat your order.

Your lot is the burden of white!
The world is harder than war:
Feed the hungry,
Mor drive from the country;
But even having achieved the goal,
Be on the alert always:
Change IL will fool
Pagan Horde.

Your lot is the burden of white!
But this is not a throne, but work:
Oiled clothes,
Both aches and itching.
Roads and berths
Ponastroy descendants,
Life put on it -
And the stranger in the ground.

Your lot is the burden of white!
The reward from the awards -
The contempt of the native power
And the anger of the Pasomia herds.
You (oh, what wind!)
Svetoch you light your mind
To listen: "We are nicer
Egyptian darkness! "

Your lot is the burden of white!
Do not dare to drop it!
Don't dare chatter about freedom
Hide the weakness of your shoulders!
Fatigue is not an excuse
After all, the native people
By you done
He learns your gods.

Your lot is the burden of white!
Forget how you decided
Achieve an ambulance,-
Then you were a baby.
In a ruthless time,
In the Creda of the Deaf Godin
It's time to enter a man
To appear for the court of men!

Third translation:

Translation by M. Fmanaaa:

Bring the burden of white, -
And the best sons
Send hard work
For a distant seas;
To serve as submissive
Gloomy tribes,
To the service to the half -workers,
And maybe - devils!

Bring the burden of white, -
You can endure everything,
Along pride
And shame to overcome;
Bend the hardness of the stone
All the words said,
Give them everything that
It would be used to benefit you.

Bring the burden of white, -
Remove the world to the war,
Saturate the very hunger
Paturate the plague
When the aspirations of your
The end will come,
Your hard work will destroy
Lazy or fool.