As autumn enters this land of rivers and lakes,
even the fishes have become fat.
From a small boat, I fling my fishing net,
and let it trail with the tide.
This body’s pleasure is also a debt
we owe to our great king.
This poem is in the public domain. The Ever White Mountain; Korean Lyrics in the Classical Sijo Form (Rutland, Vt., Tuttle, 1965).