All is his presence
Though he doesn't have a face
Nor even a body and yet
His truth of absence is false
Because he exhibits himself
With his shadows
in innumerable faces
Cast all around.
The mask is master's profile
Half in darkness and half in light
With two opposite poles
Creating illusion in his disposition
Both of god and devil
He is both a magician & a musician
Of love and mystery
But the rising and setting of light
Throws doubt on his profile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem