I entertain a many-sided affair of rigidity,
The lecture to bestow upon the galaxy.
It strides the giant of worlds, into an alien region,
Then there is nobody to hit him in there,
There where he is safe solid in it of course.
This frozen waste is another plane of festivity,
Where there are uber-deities to last your eyes.
Where are they? Nowhere but where the giants are.
Where is a gigantic putsch to retaliate on the gods who relish
Who do sieve us and all they entertain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem