At The Side Of Chrysanthemums Poem by Kinsley Lee

For making a chrysanthemum bust out to blooming
Maybe from the spring, so the cuckoo was wailing

For making a chrysanthemum bust out to blooming
Maybe behind the nimbus, the thunders were howling.

A flower, like my elder sister,
Who is anxious about the longing and remorse,
Who is from the back lane which is far of the life course, Now, come and standing up the mirror.

For blooming the yellow flower, the early rime,
Falleth so, and maybe never I slept at nighttime.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)


(Original Poem, written by Jung-Ju, Seo)