The good eye will come back to me,
and the evil eye will come back to you
if you keep an eye on me.
I know your eyes are weak,
you will fall into your own trench,
I am aware of how feeble your eyes are.
Let's play the game of love and hatred.
Pick your turn and start playing right away.
No swimmer has ever made it across
without drowning in his rage.
You can rage with fire,
but I'll stay as cool as ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem