by Adriel Ruben, Translation by Miles Boucher Try the Second

(Go), do not come back to me,

Do not tell me those “angry words”.

I do not accept this face of yours;

This face that lies to me.

Go, go say that I’m a fool so everybody knows,

Go and really enjoy all of your malice!

In your mistakes lies my solace;

In your Fall—the Face of Despair shows.

Go and keep your childish journey to yourself.

Go and try to free yourself from your destiny!

With it you become more evil, nasty,

And your arrogance refines itself.

Go and keep with those outrageous words longer-

I will be stronger at the end of this journey, I swear,

Because it’s your own grave that you prepare,

Each and every day your road becomes smaller.

Go, be sated with your devastation!

Go and show why I still survive.

It’s in your laugh, from which my anger derives,

And revenge--my life’s motivation…

Go and sing your sorrows, my ward,

Go and savor your fall-ure, my dear.

And slowly, bit by bit, you die in your tears,

You make your death my only reward.

So this one was really hard because it is where my poetry is weakest at the moment: 
RHYME. 
Rhyme is bloody hard guys.
But, it is the very quintessence of poetry.
So I decided to start with a literal translation and then move to the rhyme.
It was difficult, but mostly trying to find what would rhyme with what and where.
Because I have to keep the rhyme scheme, but also the original translation without departing too far from the original.
I can add words here and there, but eventually it is becoming its own poem rather than what was originally there.
But, Adriel and I worked for so long to find the right word in English that certain words have to rhyme with that one word (solace!)
Next up? Metre and syntax.
Those I feel much more comfortable with. 
We'll see though if the rhyme scheme stays the same as I start mismatching words and things.

by Adriel Ruben with Translations by Miles Boucher

Our first attempt at a literal translation:

Don’t come back to me (A)

Don’t tell me those angry words (B)

I don’t swallow this face of yours (B)

Face that lies to me (visage?) (A)

Go, go tell every one that I am foolish/a fool,

Go and take advantage (bem=really enjoy) of your exaggeration!

It is in your mistakes/error wherein lies my solace,;

(From) In Your fall (verb(reflects))--the Face of Despair (shows).

Go and keep your infantile/childish journey.

Go and try to free yourself (reflexive) from your kharma/lot in life/destiny/fortune/fate!

With this attitude/behavior you become more evil/vile/mean/nasty,

And your arrogance refines itself (reflexive);

Go and keep with those confrontation*/affronting/insulting/outrageous words -

I will be stronger at the end of this road/journey,

Because it is for yourself that you make ready your grave*/pit/hole/burrow

Every day smaller, your road becomes.

Go and get satiated with your injustice!

Go and show why I am still alive.

It’s in your laugh that poke/tease/incite/provoke/induce my anger/ire

And the anger/revenge my life’s only motif/ motivation/motivator/reason…

Go and cry/sing? your sorrows,

Go and taste/savor your fallen/bankruptcy/collapse/crash/fall-ure.

And Slowly/bit by bit/Little by little you die in your own tears,

You make your death my only reward.

Already there are a lot of interesting problems to solve.
The first stanza, we looked at a pretty quick translation and then how the rhyme scheme was going to have to syn up.
In stanzas two and three, we got into some nitty gritty on what word was most important in the stanza to give the sense of the line.
For example: in the third line, solace was better than the other word--consolation--and therefore, the rest of the stanza has to rhyme with solace.
The rest were hard and fast not worrying so much about specifics, but creating vocabulary from which to pull in order to fill in the lines or complete the rhyme scheme and keep the sense of the words.
Whoo!
This was a surprisingly fun first draft and already so many problems to work through.
I'm very excited for this project and hope I can do it justice.
This may just be the first, which is scary, and exhilarating.

by Adriel Ruben with translator: Goggle machine

So this is the next thing that we did as translators.

Adriel kindly sent me one of his poems through the Goggle machine.

And the Goggle machine kindly translated his poem into English

So here is the "first" translation:

Va, 'Do not come back to me, 
do not tell me these angry words. 
I do not buy that your face; 
guy who minds for me. 

Go, go tell everyone that I am a fool, 
go and enjoy your well exaggeration! 
It is in your error you are my consolation, 
in your fall the face of despair. 

And will continue your children's journey. 
Go and try to break free of your fate! 
With this attitude it is that you become more vile, 
and his arrogance is refined; 

go and continue with your affront words - 
will be stronger at the end of this journey, 
it is for yourself that your aprontas pit 
and each smaller time becomes your road. 

Go and be satiated with your injustice! 
I will show why I'm still alive. 
It's in your laugh that Atico my anger, 
and revenge is my life single reason ... 

will cry and your sorrows, 
go and savor your bankruptcy. 
And gradually, as you die in your tears, 
Makes your death my only reward.

by Adriel Ruben

So this is an exciting time in the household.
Apparently I am now a translator!
Hello CV, here we come!!
Adriel has asked me to translate some of his poetry from Portugues into English verse.
I am super nervous and very excited.
So here we start and here we go.
The original Portugues:

Va,´não voltes para mim,
não me diga essas palavras de raiva.
Eu não engulo essa sua cara;
cara que mentes para mim.
  
Vai, vai dizer para todos que sou tolo,
vá e aproveite bem o seu exagero!
Pois é no teu erro que estás meu consolo,
em vossa  queda a face do desespero.
  
Vai e continua a tua jornada infantil.
Vai e tente se libertar de vossa sina!
Com essa atitude é que você se torna mais vil,
e a sua arrogancia se  refina;
  
vai e continue com as vossas palavras de afronta -
 serei mais forte no final desta jornada,
pois é para ti mesmo que vossa cova aprontas
e cada vez menor se torna vossa estrada.
  
Vai e se  sacie com vossa injustiça!
Vou mostrar porque ainda estou vivo.
É em vossa gargalhada que atiço a minha ira,
e a vingança é de minha vida unico motivo...
  
vai e chora vossas magoas,
vai e saborei vossa falência.
E aos poucos, enquanto morres em tuas lágrimas,
Faz de vossa morte minha única recompensa.