I am the queen of the ice flows.
I have ruled with impunity for 100,000 years.
But my reign is ending.
My kingdom is melting away.
My subjects are dying out with me.
Soon all will be lost.
Is that how you wish it?
Is there no room for magic and majesty in your world?
Would you banish the Northern Lights and replace them with neon?
The Inuit respected me, revered me.
They knew how to release my spirit to the Sea when they extinguished my life.
So I gave myself to them, without fear, without regret.
But you give no thought to anything but yourselves.
You hunt, harvest, trap, poison, run over anything you please.
Soon you will be all alone.
Is that how you would have it?
I fear nothing.
Alive or dead I am safe in the Waters.
With or without prayers, each soul returns to the Sea.
But I will sit in judgment of you in the End.
My sister the buffalo will be on my left.
My brother the tiger will be on my right.
What will you have to say for yourself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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