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On the sea, on the ocean, on the island, on Japan,
On the empty pasture gleams the moon, on a shadow lying
In a green wood, in a gloomy vale.
Toward the stock wanders a brown shaggy wolf,
Horned cattle seeking for its sharp white fangs;
But the wolf dives not into the shadowy vale,
Moon, moon, gold-horned moon,
Check the flight of bullets, blunt hunters' knives,
Break the shepherds' cudgels,
Cast wild fear upon all cattle,
On men, on all creeping things,
That they may not catch the shaggy wolf,
That they may not rend its warm skin!
These words are binding, more binding than sleep,
More binding than the promise of this animal's death!