Lion In An Iron Cage

Look at the lion in the iron cage,look deep into his eyes:              like two naked steel daggers              they sparkle with anger.

But he never loses his dignity              although his anger                     comes and goes                              goes and comes.

You couldn't find a place for a collarround his thick, furry mane.

Although the scars of a whip        still burn on his yellow backhis long legs           stretch and end        in the shape of two copper claws.

The hairs on his mane rise one by one                 around his proud head.

His hatred        comes and goes                 goes and comes…The shadow of my brother on the wall of the dungeon       moves              up and down                        up and down.