"You'll Live, But I'll Not"

You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,

The final turn is that.

Oh, how strongly grabs us

The secret plot of fate.

They differently shot us:

Each creature has its lot,

Each has its order, robust, --

A wolf is always shot.

In freedom, wolves are grown,

But deal with them is short:

In grass, in ice, in snow, --

A wolf is always shot.

Don't cry, oh, friend my dear,

If, in the hot or cold,

From tracks of wolves, you'll hear

My desperate recall.