There must of course be a relationship between translating and making poems of your own, but what it is I just don't know.
There is no work, however vile or sordid, that does not glisten before God.
I wouldn't say one is easier or more difficult, but when you're inside a costume and a mask, you have to endure heat - and, often, difficulty seeing. The vision is not very good in a mask. And you have to cope with that, as well as trying to think about this character.