What are you? Really.
Exterior shows the praised character.
So beautiful, so exotic.
Yet I know you not.
Inside, are you hollow like a dead tree?
Or is the outer your true self?
I admire you.
But I'd care more if I knew who you were.
Even if your inside,
Were like a grain of sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem