Do you know yourself?
So little you know yourself.
Feeble I lie here on my bench
And only my memories are strong!
        Unaya -- unaya.

Beasts of the hunt! Big game!
Often the fleeing quarry I chased!
Let me live it again and remember,
Forgetting my weakness.
        Unaya -- unaya.

Let me recall the great white
Polar bear,
High up its back body,
Snout in the snow it came!
He really believed
He alone was male
And ran toward me.
        Unaya -- unaya.

It threw me down
Again and again,
Then breathless departed
And lay down to rest,
Hid by a mound on a floe.
Heedless it was, and unknowing
That I was to be its fate.
Deluding itself
That he alone was male,
And unthinking
That I too was a man!

[Photograph:  Pete Martin; Arctic Tern ]