The Haeban-cheon, the water that encircle the capital and flow,
Amidst the prosperity and a bustling port, ships come and go,
Far and wide, Gaya's ironworks were sent to fain.
The ancient land, someday, shall draw the dream again.
(28th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem