When I saw her eyes I was spellbound
They are like two cups of wine that are ablaze
Are these eyes? or the two doors of wine-house
Do I call them eyes or a part of my dreams
Her downward glance is abashness
Her upward glance is like prayer
When her eyes look down after upward glance, it feels like an unknown style
When her eyes look up after downward glance, it feels like a punishment
Eyes, in which the sky and earth are captured
Like Narcissus flower
with slightly gray line at the border.
