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 collar
round his thick, furry mane.
Although the scars of a whip
 still burn on his yellow back
his 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.