От вопля кормчих твоих содрогнутся окрестности.
The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.
“At the sound of the cry of your pilots The pasture lands will shake.
At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,
The shorelands will quake when your sailors cry out.
The common-land will shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.
Your cities by the sea tremble as your pilots cry out in terror.
The open places shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.