Skirting the foot of the hill, by myself
I come to a lone well by a paddy and silently look into it.In the well there is the moon, shining bright, clouds flowing by
and the sky spreading open.
A blue wind wafts. It is autumn.Therein is a man as well. I hate him but I know not why.
I turn away from him and go away.Going away, I come to feel compassion for him.
I return and again look into the well. Therein remains that man.Again, I come to hate him and go away.
Going away I come to long for him.In the well there is the moon, shining bright, clouds flowing by
and the sky spreading open.
A blue wind wafts. It is autumn,
and the man therein is but a remembrance.Self-Portrait / Dongju Yun