The Rose Of Sharon

In summer, on the greenish bank of the river,

At the undergrowth, under the side of the hills,

Always visiting me as fair face, like the lover,

And skylarks flying and making trills.

 

At dawn, the Sun begins to send his rays,

On the twigs, the sparrows start their wingbeating,

To school, the schoolchildren are laughing on the ways,

And with the smile, the Roses of Sharon are appearing.

 

They never stop to visit after raining.

They always fade in, after raining,

And never fail to smile on the wind-blast.

The lads come to see the flowers are blooming,

And lovely faces again, the lasses cast.

 

Till all of the waters in the East-Sea’ll go dry,

And until the Baekdoo peaks’ll melt down,

The roses of the Sharon shall write the new story.

Always, the mugunghwas shall smile at the town.