IPA- 고풍의상 (Traditional Attire)

As if flying toward the sky

Stretched long along the eaves beam’s edge,
the wind chime resounds

Embracing an armful of light pink flowers

Half-moon, hidden within the finely hung
beaded curtain at the eaves’ edge

The deepening spring night faintly,
sounding like a cuckoo

How lovely, how graceful, truly beautiful indeed

The white collar of the fine Jeogori
shines brightly

The twelve-panel long skirt ripples gently

You are a butterfly,
telling the ancient classics of some distant land

Dance softly, like a butterfly

With lowered brows

On this night, I live in the old times
closing eyes, choose the strings of the Geomungo

like a slender willow, swaying to the melody

I shall wave my white hands