I heard you trotting from far away, trembling in the snow-covered forest. Old wolf, with a weary mouth, eternal wanderer of the dead fields, I heard you howl from far away. I heard you, and in the dark hours I chased with wild rage, I understood your calling as a brother, and I understood that in the starless night you are the companion of my dreams. I can hear you cry out in the wilderness, with dog-packs lurking, ready to pounce, you walk alone in the woods in suffering— You, and only you, untamed beast, understand a soul without a country.
Octavian Goga (1881-1938)
Translation by Prontobard 2022