A beryl-blue sea flows into a jade-green sea,
a peacock-colored phoenix mingles with a phoenix of golden opalescence.
Twenty-seven petals of a lotus succumb, bloom scarlet—
reflecting in ice, the moonlight, cold.

– Nansŏrhŏn Hŏ

translated by Ian Haight and T’ae-yong Hŏ

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