Home is a thousand li away across studded mountain peaks;
even in dreams I can’t get there.
Full moon on the lake at Hansong Pavilion;
wind fresh off the sea at Kyongp’o;
white cranes light on the sand and fly away again;
fisher boats come and go across the water.
When will I walk the Kangnung Road again?
I wish I were sitting at my mother’s knee, making rainbow baby jackets.