The Balhae Kingdom suddenly collapsed
And many people were scattered and disappeared,
Becoming slaves of the Khitan empire,
They forgot their glorious past and it's cleared.
Hard of heart, who's descendants of Silla,
When a young man arose and reared up for brother,
The tribes, the old and the young with the same heart,
Joined hands and hands with each other.
(May,12th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem