In a mirror there is no sound

There is no world so quiet


In the mirror also are my ears 

Two pathetic ears are there unable to hear my words 


In the mirror I'm left-handed

Lefty that can't take my handshake- who doesn't know how to shake hands


Because of the mirror I can't touch the mirror's I but if it were not a mirror 

How could I've ever done something like meet myself in a mirror


I don't have a mirror on me now but there's always an I in the depths of one

I am not sure but he's probably duke in some sinister project


The I in the mirror is truly my opposite but

Also takes after me considerably 

When I can't worry over and examine the mirror's I I get very depressed


Mirror by Yi Sang (1910-1937)