Many decades ago when I was but a bitter lad hanging around the library, a twisted geezer with mismatched eyes and one tattered tooth tottered up to me and hissed Your first fiction translation will be dick jokes. The jackbooted librarian-goons immediately hurtled him into the street. At the time I thought it was because he was being creepy, but it turns out that they were preserving the integrity of the timeline.
My Prohibition Orcs story “Woolen Torment” has been translated into German for the anthology Trolle.
Yeah, I know. Trolls, orcs, whatever. Different cultures have different brutes.
At this rate, my next translation will appear about 2065. You better grab this one.