The hunter is shining in the winter sky
Studded with stars so bright
Wielding a weapon and holding a shield
Bravely battling a fight
The charging bull with pointed horns
And fury glimmering in eyes
Following the seven pretty maidens
In fear as they flight
A frightened hare, oh! tender and sweet
Seems lost among the twinkling dots
What scared you sweet hare,
Is it the charging bull or the hunter’s dogs?
The hunter, incredible, strong, and brave
He could hunt any mighty beast
That must be the reason all the bears
Are hiding in the east
The Queen in all her vanity stares
At the scene from her heavenly home
As the charioteer rides his elegant cart
Along with all his goats
The hunters, queens, and all the beasts
Above our earthly homes, they glide
What a story we see every winter
In the northern kingdom of the sky!