All true feeling is in reality untranslatable. To express it is to betray it. But to translate it is to dissimulate it.
“The child is born speaking the languages of birds; the child has horns and scales and wings; it has a beak; it has a cloven hoof. He is the sum of all creatures: the ones that swim, the ones that soar, the ones that leap, the ones that maze the earth with burrows.”
Rikki Ducornet