I like to think I channeled this tune as I was reading the 12th century’s tale of the unsuccessful military campaign by Prince Igor. The extract from this anonymous poem is about Igor’s wife Yaroslavna. She comes out on the city wall of Putyvl and pleads for her husband’s safekeeping with Wind, the Dnieper River and the “thrice-light” Sun, whom she calls her Lords.

(Oxana Poberejnaia, Anonymous Old East Slavic 
Epic Poem “The Tale of Igor's Campaign”)