행사장에서 조지훈시를 낭송하는 장남 /조광렬

[의양 류종식]

<A Song atop the Mountain>

Cho Ji-hoon(1920-1968)

Atop the mountain so high,
Leaning on an old tree, as if stuck on it,
What did I long for,
Weeping alone through the long night?

Ah, at daybreak,
The temple gong’s ringing
Resounds deep in my chilled heart
To flow in my worn blood vessels.

Even if I close my eyes now,
The sky will stretch clear and blue.
Morning star that flickered in darkness
As my soul’s candle, you may hide now.

The beams of the rising sun
Brightening my brow conjure up
The dream fit for the month of October.

As my dry lips regain blood-flow,
I pick up the flute again,
And try to blow a long forgotten tune,

While birds sing merrily near the clouds,
And deer and rabbits remain
Indifferent to the fragrant clover sprouts.

Here on this high mountain top,
While my clothes flap in the clear wind,
I stand alone, singing.
What is it I am waiting for?

- Translate in English by Sung- Il Lee( b. 1943)