Oh Dae Mountain
A winding river at every turn
reaches the Yeo river
and forms a mirror.

In the middle of the night
my anxious mind rises
as a bright moon.
Affectionate yearning
flows as a stream
with the bell’s ring of Sil Ruk temple
toward my heart and the heart of the river.

Every night
the baby-face rises brightly
My yearning lover

Today,
there is the sound of footsteps climbing
the stone steps of Ma Am Young Wol Ru,
trying to embrace its heart.