My People - II

How can I recognize a man?

Man rises to be mysterious like the moon,

The moon shines bright; always a part of it is out of sight,

He’s so engrossed in this world of deception, how to tune?

When I shine with the jingling of coins,

I get men like birds flocking together;

Gather around and bound down to feel the music;

As soon as its aura diminishes, their wings flutter.