Chunhyang's Poem (written in prison)
Apart from the one I love dearly. No more than a year has my heart split.
It was winter just yesterday. Yet, behold! Autumn's fleeing away-
In such a cold rainy night, there rests my heart
Tightly enclosed by these prison's walls.
Inspector Lee Moryong's Poem
A fragrant wine pouring out into a golden jar pours down the blood of a thousand people;
Side dishes enveloping a jade tray evoke the flesh of a thousand people;
Tears welling up from a burning candlelight swell with tears the very eyes of a thousand people-
High above, where songs are heard one sings the ascending sorrow of an entire generation.
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