The 21st of the 53 ancestral knowledge seen by the poet Park Jin-gwan. 5, Bottles of Korean drinkers
The cruel bodies of Korean drunkards
The day the stars rise from morning to night
A person who drank alcohol in a room without a chair
They drink and dance.
Never drink alcohol in the fire
Do you know why you are teaching that way?
A person who drinks alcohol becomes a sick body.
If you become sick and run the country
Become a body that holds a bottle of alcohol every day
Stumbling in the street and screaming
Become a body that turns red
I was talking nonsense
even if he is wrong
he knows nothing wrong,
If you drink and go out on the street
My footsteps are twisted and my words stop
With the stretched out body of a cow
Wears a bottle of wine on his head.
If you walk around with a bottle of wine on your head
All I see is a ghost
What would you do with such a body?
What you see is a floundering nonsense
Seeing you talking nonsense
They are the ones who don't care about the country.
The drunkards are talking nonsense, becoming puppets in the field
Indulge in fomenting war
I am only moaning.
It's a forbidden voice
Things you shouldn't say when you're drunk
I see you are doing
Even though America is talking about getting drunk
I can't say anything
Even if I did it, I didn't do it
It is drunkenness to say so
What drinkers see is a bottle of wine that catches their eye
That's proof that you've become a sick body,
The diseased body gets drunk and raises its head
I can't even walk the streets
Staggering and moving a step.
You can see the steps.
Stay where the drunkard sleeps after crying
While staggering, everything decorates as a drunkard.
They say you have to drink to do intentional politics to decorate
You can't put the policy right into practice while saying that.
To make matters worse, I am drowning in loneliness and moaning
Even if you do all that on the road, you will fall down.
I'm on the train, but I get lost
running through time,
A drunkard only sees a bottle
How to get rid of the urinary urges under the blanket
Lose it and go to sleep
His teeth melt and he forgets to cry.
Drinkers are the first to see the bottle when they go to the store.
He falls to the ground and does not bleed,
He is impatient even if he lives on blood.
He says he must sleep but the drunkard
throws his own body to the ground
They sell out their country
On the day of selling the country, the drunkards
It is a disease of the sad indeed,
April 23, 2023