I'm every hunter's first target!
I'm every carnivore's first delight!
God! Why did you create me like this?
What to do with this smooth, beautiful coat?
What to do with these big, innocent eyes?
Instead of them you should have given me
Sharp fangs and curved claws
to fight my enemies bravely!
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I would like to translate this poem