A mirror reminds a man of his
inner condition when he forgets.
The judgement of the world will
pass, what the man in the mirror
has to say counts. When all is
said and done, the verdict that
matters the most is the reflection
that stares back from the glass.
And lo do not mind the things that
do not matter, nor despise the world,
but pick up a stone and hurl it
at the oppressor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem