Seong-Won Ryu
With nothing to do in the thatched hut,
Lying down with resting my head
On the Korean harp. in my dream,
I hope to see the reign of peace and tread.
The flute's sounds,
From the fishermen
Awaken me from slumber, which go beyond the gate to spread.
(Jun.,7th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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