英文版《狼图腾》由被誉为世界首席翻译家的美国汉学家葛浩文Howard Goldblatt先生翻译成文，并在全球110个国家同步发行。

　　As Chen Zhen looked through the telescope from his hiding place in the snow cave, he saw the steely gaze of a Mongolian grassland wolf. The fine hairs on his body rose up like porcupine quills, virtually pulling his shirt away from his skin.

　　Six or seven new wolves quietly joined the encirclement, its three sides formed and ready. Chen Zhen covered his mouth with the  horseshoe-shaped sleeve of his heavy fur deel and said softly, “Are they going to close the circle now?”

　　Fine weather greeted them the following morning. Kitchen smoke rose from the yurts like slim white birches, the tips of their highest branches boring into the heavens, into Tengger. The cows and sheep were ruminating leisurely; the sun had driven off the cold night air, and frost on the animals’ hides was just then turning to dew, to eventually rise from their bodies as mist.

　　Finally, the people were able to claim their  well-deserved New Year’s provisions. The freezing air over the snow lake was becoming heavier, the snow on the surface harder. The old man said to the hunters, “Tengger is urging us to move quickly.”