The magic of a song unearths a singer,
This dwarf of beauty envies nothing;
The entrenched soul is like a dragon
Of smoke and fiery breathing in songs.
The elves die, the elves are big in their black
Crafts that permeate the known magical world.
The magic of a song antagonises my song,
Eyes of silver see secrets so human.
I meant to be something known,
I wished the days of my life were far,
And so songs inhabit the evil life.
To flee is to barter with the satanic devils,
Fate has much wealth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem