They tighly embrace their burning pride,
They raise their muzzles to the dark night sky,
Their silent paws pad on well beaten trails,
The bright Wolf Moon serves as their only guide,
The Wolf,
Hunter and hunted,
predator and prey,
Yellow eyes that glisten in the night,
Serve the Wolf until the wolf fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much in the last line' Serve the wolf........' Perfect! Gul