Whipped onwards by the North Wind
The air is filled with the dust of driven snow
The earth is hidden,
The sky is hidden,
All things are hidden,
The air is filled with stinging,
Before, behind, above, below,
Who can turn his face from it?
All the animals drift mourning, mourning
Only the Gray Wolf laughs.

Who are ye who wallow in the winds?
Who are ye who strike with stinging blows?
Man beings out of the North?
Beast beings out of the North?
Snow beings with fingers of thin ice?

I am a Daughter of the South:
My lips are soft, my breath is warm,
My heart is beating wildly,
I cannot live in the cold
All my animals drift mourning, mourning
Only the gaunt Gray Wolf is laughing.

To-morrow three suns will rise, side by side
All the earth will be covered with dazzling snow,
Cold, cold, and very quiet
The animals will lie buried in the snow,
Cold, and very quiet
But the gaunt Gray Wolf will break a new trail,
Running, with three shadows blue upon the snow.