Sweet ice
Bitter fire
Both of which I've tasted
With Ice I shall reside
For fire be to bitter
And stings my tongue.
But of this bitterness I
Yet to have enough of and
Fire persists in my senses,
Sweet and bitter collide.
Fire can not be with out ice
And ice can not be without fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem