On an ordinary autumn evening
Ordinary fruit is better.
Sometimes ordinary words
With no peculiar savor
Suit me better.
Hearing in memory
The last car depart,
I step over
The membrane of sleep,
And a fruit falls in my dream.
I will ask the wind
That departs in the morning
To what depths the fruit has fallen.
unknown translator
The long neck makes him a sad creature,
Always gentle and quiet.
The fragrant crown betrays
His noble birth.
Looking at his image
Reflected in the stream,
He recalls the lost myths,
Then in helpless nostalgia,
Cranes the sad neck
To gaze at faraway hills.
My mind resembles cabin-lake water
Rippled by stray winds,
Shadowed by flowing clouds.
Someone is throwing stones;
Another is fishing;
Another is singing.
By this shore on a lonely night,
Stars quietly float on the water
And the woods quietly lull the waves.
But each night I cover the lake with my dreams
Lest this shore be untidy
The day the white swan returns.
unknown translator
What shall I do, Waves?
Waves, what shall I do?
Love is unmoved like the shore.
What shall I do, Waves?
What shall I do?
Night is
A lake shrouded in blue fog.
I am a fisherman
On a sleep’s sailboat,
Fishing dreams.
My wish to see you is fulfilled only in dreams;
whenever I visit you, you visit me.
So let us dream again some future night,
starting at the same time to meet on our way.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
Suddenly I discover more beard has grown,
though it adds nothing to my six-foot frame.
My face in the mirror changes as the years go by,
but my heart remains as innocent as a year ago.
Wild geese trail cold shrieks
and pass beyond the mountain walls.
I awake from a lonely dream of you;
my window is lit by the autumn moon.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
You will remember
’cause you cannot forget.
Let a lifetime pass
As it is, as it is.
Someday you’ll forget.
You will remember
’cause you cannot forget.
Let the seasons flow
As it is, as it is.
You’ll forget some,
If not all.
“When Love makes me remember,
How shall I ever forget?”
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