Yangnyung-Daegun
Having ascended to the throne, where have you gone, now?
Sorrowful and worried clouds arise from Young-wol, now.
At October mountain where autumn leaves've fallen, at midnight,
I'm lamenting, complaining and pleading to blue sky under the starlight.
(Feb.,11th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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