At The Southern Vills Over The Hills Poem by Kinsley Lee

by Dong-Hwan Kim

1.
Who's living at the southern vills over the hills.
At every year, the spring wind bloweth from the southern country.

It bloometh at the April, the fragrance of the azalea,
And ripeneth the wheat at the May, the smell of the barley.

Whatever don't load the one thing from the area?
I like when the south wind bloweth from the southern vills.

2.
Who's living at the southern vills over the hills.
Why the color of the sky is beautiful like that area?

At the wide golden grass, there are the flocks of the tiger butterfly,
At the brooklet of the willow garden, can hear the larks' sing in the sky.

Whatever don't load the one thing from the area.
I like when the south wind bloweth from the southern vills.

3.
There are the pear trees at the southern vills over the hills.
Under the blooming pears, silently, someone keep stands.

'Cause the old thought remindeth me, the slap way, I go along.
But I cannot see, 'cause the cloud is screening the hills.

To keep on and off, the weak song
Is heard peacefully, with getting on the winds.

The weak song is keep on and off.
Who's stand up under the pear flower.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)


(Original Poem, Written by Dong-Hwan, Kim)