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Kim Koo Yong. (1338—1384 A.D.)
You have gone far away
Beyond the clouded peaks we sought to climb.
We find no footprints on the dusty road
To tell if east or west our master went.
You have gone far away.
The bamboo grove sings in the silver dusk
The songs you sang. The new moon’s shining bow
Looks through the pine grove, seeking you in vain.
You have gone far away.
With steady staff you climbed the upward road.
Beside one stream you paused to rest awhile.
Then blinding mists swept down and you were gone.
When shall I follow you?
Not till I turn my lingering glance away
From bamboo thicket and from sickle moon
And lose myself among the formless clouds.