She-wolf Boz Kurd

I am a woman from the kind of wolf that knows no fear
Singing at sunset, celebrating the fog creeping,
The expanse of the steppes and the life-long rut,
Truth and power of fate untamed,
The strength and speed of my slender legs.
Boz Kurd is my name, and if you catch me and make a drum out of my skin,
You know: when it sounds, then all the other drums will burst.
And if you stretch my skin over your bow and pull the string,
Then the stretched string of all other arrows will break.
My teeth are carnivorous
Skillfully hold the fabric of earthly life.
Oh woman, stand by my side
Piercing with a wolf's gaze into the distance of the lunar limits,
And smelling this world as our sovereign home,
In which you and I and our whole flock
Will pass, pierce, and fly mountains and valleys,
And, uttering our battle cry,
Will glorify the beauty of our earthly abode
With a genius of our place - a star named Canis Lupus.