Werewolf

"In the ocean sea,
On the ocean Buyan,
In the open plain,
Shines the moon upon an aspen stump,
Into the green wood,
Into the spreading vale.

Around the stump goes a shaggy wolf;
Under it's teeth are all the horned cattle;
But into the wood the wolf goes not,
Into the vale the wolf does not roam.

Moon, Moon! Golden Horns!
Melt the bullet, blunt the knife, not the crudgel,
Strike fear into man, beast and reptile,
So that they may not seize the grey wolf,
Nor tear from him his warm hide."