Heo Nanseolheon 許蘭雪軒

c. 1584 · Joseon Korea · To her brother Heo Bong in exile

At the dark window the silver candle burns low. Fireflies cross the high pavilion. Silently the deep night turns cold. With a rustle the autumn leaves come down. From the frontier passes news is rare, and this deep worry cannot be undone. Far away I picture the Blue Lotus Palace: the hills empty, the moon white through the vines.

暗窓銀燭低流螢度高閣悄悄深夜寒蕭蕭秋葉落關河音信稀端憂不可釋遙想靑蓮宮山空蘿月白

Nanseolheon sijip, "Sent to Hagok"

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Heo Bong 許篈

c. 1584 · Joseon Korea · While in exile at Gapsan in the far north. In old poetry the wagtail stands for brothers and sisters

Trees on the passes ring the frontier town a thousand deep. The river runs east and the sea is lost in darkness. Ten thousand li from home: how is such sorrow to be borne? In grief I watch a sick wagtail on the sandbank.

嶺樹千重遶塞城江流東下海冥冥辭家萬里堪怊悵愁見沙頭病鶺鴒

Hagok jip, "Sent to My Sister"

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