(translated from the Korean by geul)

There, an unknowable rain is coming down
pitiable repose coming down to moisten
when I hold your hand professing love
the melancholy of existence catching in the ten fingers
there, an unknowable rain is coming down
pitiable peace coming down to moisten

poem in Korean

(translated from the Korean by geul)

The nun put her hands together and bowed.
She smelled of wild asters.
Her melancholic face was old, as of old.
Sorrow overcame me like scripture.

Goldmine deep in some mountain in Pyeongando
I bought an ear of corn from a pale woman.
Beating her young daughter, the woman wept coldly like the autumn night.

Ten years passed as she waited for her husband who’d taken off like a wasp.
The husband did not return and
the young daughter went to a stony grave for the love of bell flowers.

There was a day when the mountain pheasant too cried sorrowfully.
There was a day when locks of the woman’s hair fell together with teardrops in a   ***corner of a mountain temple.

poem in original Korean