He raised a righteous army and achieved the great feats during the Imjin War,
But dreaming of a Taoist hermit's life, he declined high positions after the war.
Returning home, he played with seagulls and cranes, on the hill of the river-bank.
Abstained from hot food and grains, and followed the wild geese, left his boat on the bank.
(26th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem