They are babies
grown children
brothers
I drink in
your sorrows
of grown men
and I love them

Look what they have done
to the world
entrusted to them
by my father

Brute force
concealing
the candle
bequeathed
by the mother
ablaze inside

Let Mother Nature
at the next turn
guide you and sing
Saturn
of your children

When you become
priest, father
fertile life
in streams
will rush forth
bursting its banks
and with tenderness
bring you to life
the earth
the light
and the air.

Translation of ‘Saturno’ by Ariana Dubov