A moon gate in my wall: собрание стихотворений

The Great Mercy, Great Pity, Goddess of the Southern Seas
Kuan Yin, о compassionate light that enlightens the world,
Wisdom that pierces all shadows, subduing all evils!
Kuan Yin, who protects us in danger, in suffering, pain, and in death —
O, Thou of the purest regard that watches all beings below,
Hears all the sounds of the world and extinguishes hatreds and discords,
Kuan Yin, may I think of thee always, so saintly, so pure and so kind,
Be my support and my strength, and help me fulfill all my duties,
See — I am kneeling before thee, invoking thee, Ocean of Pity!

[1920s]

Korean into English (from Russian translations) [313]

671. У Тхак(XIV в.). Так было со мной [314]

Behind the door the candle is rapidly melting,
From whom has it parted?
Why must it weep wax tears
If the heart inside it is burning?
This candle reminds me
Of that which has happened to me.

[1960s]

672. Шэ Ик(XIV v.). Думаю о любимой

Where the rivulet runs through the green of the cove,
I roam, like a horse without saddle or rein.
I look to the north and think of my love
With longing and pain.
The sun has departed and shadows descend.
My sorrow alone does not end.

[1960s]

673. Ан Чи Ен (XIV в.). Забилось сердце весны

The north wind roams the land,
Sweeping the snow in drifts;
Bleakly the peach trees stand,
its frozen boughs each lifts.
But is useless for the wind to blow:
Hear now Spring's heartbeat underneath the snow!

[1960s]

674. Тен Мон Дю (XIV в.).He замарай себя

White seagull, turn away
from the black ravens' fray:
let them unsnarl
their ugly quarrel.
You, washed with azure spray,
don't soil your white apparel.

[1960s]

675. Ю Ын Бу(XV в.) . По поводу резни в Сеуле [315]

In the night a storm passed;
Ice caked the earth.
An angry wind
Broke the tall young pine saplings.
Flowers that had not yet opened
Will never be blooming now.

[1960s]

676. Пак Пхзн Ней (XV в.). Оно не изменяет цвета

Powdered with falling snow,
the crow turns white;
the moon's translucent glow
pales the black night.
Only a loving heart that constant stays
will never change its color through the days.

[1960s]

677. Сен Сам Мун (XV в.). Чем бы я хотел стать после смерти [316]

What will become of me
after I die?
Standing on the top of Mount Pon-ne-san
I want to be a tall, straight pine tree
So that my green crown
May reach the grey sky
Even in winter.

[1960s]

678. Воль Сан(XV в.). Когда не клюет рыба [317]

Over the autumn river
The cold night breezes play.
No matter how often I cast my line,
I can catch no fish today.
I have only loaded my sorry sloop
With all the moonlight I can scoop.

[1960s]