Hell could,
By having heard the clangs,
Await thee.
With breath all icy and eyes wide,
The sinking star did wonder thus:
'Could birth break the skin?
What does the lion fear?
What reason have they that cause pain?
What reason have they that love? '
Approaching those glacial endings,
That once known star gained her answer.
They harm for they are monsters.
They love for there are monsters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem