and now i remember you
dear scorpion, you, who wanted
to cross the river, but you have
no fins, only that sting,
and you ask the frog to help you,
but the frog made you promise
not to bite along the way, lest
both of you shall drown and die.
you promised.
then in the middle of your river
you stung the frog which of course
died and both of you drowned
together.
you were asked why?
you just can't hold it.
you sting, even if you shall
die yourself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem