Confession Poem by Sangnam Nam

In the rusted old bronze mirror green
I see my face.
O What dynasty's artifact
This is,
Why should I feel so ashamed,
I wonder!

Let Me write one more
Line of Confession here.
-For what joy
Have I lived
-The 24 years and 2 months?

Today or tomorrow
One of these days,
I might have to write
another line of confession
-why did I make such a
Shameful Confession at that young age?

Night after night my mirror
I wipe with my palm and sole,
Then I see a lone sad figure
Walking alone under a meteorite
in the mirror
by Yoon Dong-ju (1917-1944)
Tr. Sangnam Nam