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
Korean Art Song Learning Center 