Mangwonjeong, Borrowing the Rhymes from the poem of Wolsan Dae-Gun

The wind at Mangwonjeong taps and raps

Continuously on green leaves' corner.

As spring leaves, women's skirts and clothes, more

And more grow thinner.

 

Now, along the bank-path, hurriedly

Run to persist like crows.

But the old river, once flowing, doesn't return,

However slowly it flows.

 

The mist over the river feels like that a painting,

Which’s hung, out of the office,

But the seagulls and herons in the sky are naturally

Graceful, devoid of artifice.

 

Loud talk may claim, is their work, but the nation

Fractures, tilts and tips,

Let's not distinguish between right and wrong

From the dirty politicians lips.

(Apr. 14^th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)