Summer
As summer enters this land of rivers and lakes,
I find myself idle in my thatched hut.
Friendly waves that wash the shores
are sent only by the gentle breeze.
This body’s coolness 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).