Azaleas
When seeing me sickens you and you go, gently, without a word, I shall send you on your way. From Mount Yak in Yŏngbyŏn, azaleas— I will gather them by the armful and scatter them on your path. Step by step upon the flowers I have laid down, tread lightly as you go. When seeing me sickens you and you go, though I die, I will not shed a tear.
translated by: McKenzie Johns