Во глубине сибирских руд... - пер. А. С. Пушкина

In depth of the Siberian ores
Let you keep both the pride and patience,
Your mournful labour won't be lost,
As well as your high thoughts in evidence.

To grief, unhappiness a sister -
The Hope - in a hollow dwell
Will rise vivacity and cheer,
Desired time will come again:

And Love and Friendship will seep through
All perfect locks of a gloomy prison,
As my voice freely reaches you
In your unbearable holes.

The fetters will fall down, then
The dungeons will be ruined - Freedom
Will meet you at the entrance step
And brothers sword will give for indigent.