The Seven Beasts [French translation]

I follow the ancient path

of bison hooves imprinted on sacred hills

The spider, who heeds my distress,

Stitches my wounds with her palps of needles and her silvery silk

I hear a procession of elephants

Their majesty, our reverence; their memory, our moral compass

The dragonfly tells me that it is safe here

I take in a sip from the river

In the birth of night, the owl wards me from danger

Its eyes ever present as talons grasp my shoulder

The lone wolf approaches when I am led astray

His howl directs my gaze

And the Great Bear, whose hide shrouds within seven stars,

Guides me to the unwavering star