Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Some say I'm a gentleman,
With steady mind as a working bee,
Some say I'm the devil,
Who can raise the world down to his knee.
And the someone inquires me back,
With the same question of mine,
O dear man of Haystack,
what do you see in your eyes?
I then answer with gentle voice,
yet as cold as frozen coins.
What I see in myself,
It is what you have explain by yourself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem