The Night Of The Sung-Bul Temple Poem by Kinsley Lee
The Night Of The Sung-Bul Temple
Eun-Sang, Lee
Sung-Bul temple, it's midnight, I can hear the wind-bell's mellow sounds.
Master bonze went to bed and the guest's hearing alone.
Dear Guest, please go to bed and let it be crying alone.
When it's tinkling, worry about tinkle again if it sounds
When it's been soundless, I await if I can hear again to shake.
All night with the wind-bell's sounds, I keep awake.
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