It doesn’t extinguish the fire with ice. (On n’éteint pas le feu - Avec des glaçons.)

The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon crache du feu, - Ce qui éteint ses larmes. - Quand on vit de rancune, - On naît pour être vieux.)

I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great

Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

The black clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs - Font la mer noire)”

The Smile of a Child enlarge the universe. (D'un enfant le sourire - Agrandit l'univers)