하늘은 귀머거리라 아직 슬픈 하소연 듣지 못하는가
어찌 수심에 찬 사람의 귀는 홀로 총총할까
Hearing a Nightingale
Since I left the imperial palace like a resentful bird,
I have dragged my lonely shadow among blue mountains.
I beg for sleep night after night, but sleep won't come;
year after year passes in grief, but the grief doesn't end.
Singing stopped, the moon is pale over the peaks at dawn;
blood streamed, fallen petals are red in the spring valleys.
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