Sometimes I rewrite translations. I don’t retranslate. I rewrite. It’s completely unethical. Ethics have no place in poetry.
The third of three love songs from Samuel HaNagid:
“Enough! I love the gazelle
taking roses from your garden.
Scorn me, but–
If you once gazed at my lover as I do
your lovers would take up arrows and end you.
He said: I want the honey from your hive.
I answered: return it to me on your tongue.
He raged: should we sin against the living God?
I replied: let your sin, sweet master, be with me.