You grasp the principles of magic,
Purses of doubt emerge from the music.
You magically transform me with ghosts,
In this light has been an energetic realm.
My lamps of lights are hidden from my grasp,
Yet the front of my face is also hidden.
Masks guarantee safety of an absolute being,
Magic created and sustained my niche.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem