I Die to Let You Go

When you leave,

weary of me,

without a word I shall gently let you go.

 

From Mt. Yak

in Yongbyon

I shall gather armfuls of azaleas

and scatter them on your way.

 

Step by step

on the flowers placed before you

tread lightly, softly as you go.

 

When you leave

weary of me,

though I die, I’ll not let one tear fall.

–Kim Sowol