When I play a flute

When I climb to a loft
and play a flute 

the cranes cry on the cloud road
stretching out for a thousand miles. 

The blades of weed
drip in dews  

the moonlight, green
moves over the mountain.  

Like the wind
flowing over the water  

the white-cold cloud overflows
in my heart. 

When I play a flute
leaning on the loft wall 

the flower wind and the flower rain
blend with my tears.  

Under the twelve
Geehwa mountain peaks 

culling the new sycamore leaves
the deer cries.

피리을 불면 

다락에 올라서
피리를 불면 

만리구름길에
학이 운다 

이슬에 함초롬
젖은 풀잎 

달빛도 푸른 채로
산을 넘는데 

물 우에 바람이
흐르듯이 

내 가슴에 넘치는
차고 흰 구름 

다락에 기대어
피리를 불면 

꽃비 꽃바람이
눈물에 어리어 

바라뵈는 지하산
열두 봉우리 

싸리나무 새순 뜯는
사슴도 운다.