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A Geomungo
Kim Yeong-Nang (1903 1950)
While the year has changed twenty times
my kirin has stayed leaning against the black wall,
never able to sing.
The hand of the old man that once plucked at its heart
now occupies a lofty place in endless banquets above,
while you, lonely kirin, here below, how could you be forgotten?
Outside are wild lands where packs of wolves roam,
groups of apes gambol, only seemingly human,
so there is nowhere my kirin can lay its heart, rest its body.
Once more the year has changed,
and, still leaning against the wall, the door shut tight,
tonight again my kirin is unable to sing freely.
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