Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Home by Jung Ji-Yong

Ever returning home,
I see it
isnowhere to be seen.

Foxes have holes
and birds in the air have nests.

But my mind is a cloud without home
wandering over foreign ports.

But I have a restless heart,
a cloud drifting over foreign ports.


- trans. Gene

고향에 고향에 돌아와도
그리던 고향은 어디러뇨

산꿩이 알을 품고
뻐꾸기 제철에 울건만

마음은 제 고향 지니지 않고
머언 항구로 떠도는 구름