Calling The Soul Poem by Kinsley Lee

Calling the Soul
Written by So-Wol, Kim

The name which was broken in pieces!
The name which was departed in the air!
The name with no owner whenever I call!
The name which I'm dying to call!

In my heart, a word is left,
I could not talk at last,
Euridice whom I've loved!
Euridice whom I've loved!

The red sun hangs in the top of the western hill
The herd of deer are crying sadly
Which were across the river and very on the hill
Where I call your name loudly.

As feeling it difficult to sorrow, I am calling.
As feeling it difficult to sorrow, I am calling.
The harp's echo never goes o'er the Styx.
It's too wide between the sky and the earth.

If I be the stone in this place,
The name which I'm dying to call!
Euridice whom I've loved!
Euridice whom I've loved!
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)