The geese gaggle around
Over the 90 thousand miles high
O the fall is waning away!
So cold the wind feels
You must go now
So also must I
One night when
Over the mountains and fields
The snow fell and piled
With a candle light on
Alone
I would weep!
O you must go now
So also must I
by Park Mokwol (1916-1978)
Tr. Sangnam Nam
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