Classic Poem

Because I, this poor one,
love beautiful Natasha,
snow falls thickly tonight.

As for loving Natasha, I do,
and as for the snow, it falls thickly as
I sit sadly alone drinking soju .
As I drink, I think —
Natasha and I,
in the evening as snow piles up deeply, we will ride on a white donkey
into the mountain. Let's live in a grass hut deep in the mountain village where
the echoes murmur.

Snow falls thickly, and
I think of Natasha —
no way she won't be coming.
She has already come quietly and talks to me inside.
Going to the mountain is not surrendering to the world, but
leaving it and all its filth.

Snow falls thickly,
the beautiful Natasha loves me,
and somewhere a white donkey may cry for joy of this night.