The Pre-Poem(서시序詩) Poem by Kinsley Lee

Looking up from the heaven, until dying,
I long to have no blots of shame
Even on the leaves when the winds are stirring,
So being tortured by myself I have to blame

With the heart that sings the stars' ray,
I will love all the things be
Dying. And I will walk the way
That hath been given to me.

Again, the wind of gust, to-o—
Night, brushes the stars, too.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)


(Original, written by Dong-Ju, Yoon)