Since I enjoy the mountain,
I climb it.

Drunken with yearning,
I climb the mountain road.
Because it can’t forget
its heart, the moon is
following me too.

The water from the stream,
containing the love of the mountain,
travels down the stream
to greet me.

At the clear swamp,
where the running stream is resting,
beautiful scenes of the Goo-Ryung
Temple surround it.
And your heart is dwelling in it.

Forgetting all the worldly agony,
climbing to the Bee-Ryoh tip
of the mountain,
Leaves like the color of passion
are wetting my sleeve
like the frost at night.