Elegy for Chuihyang’s Daughter
You shadowed your grandmother For dates, chestnuts, nougat, pears And on summer-like fall days Wept in your weak weanling voice
Trying hard to hold back tears Makes one step a leap of faith This grieving, hurt mother has Tears shed along with flowers
Shamans and doctors alike Have been consulted in vain It rains, is windy and dark How heartless your father is
The way to death being long You might look for your mother Half fog, half rain, moonlit night Your voice will be lost and dim
Wrapped up tight in a silk skirt You were buried at a hill Just yesterday you played with This silk piece that breaks my heart Your mother’s away from home Wallowing in the sad past Be not my daughter again Next life, be a noble boy