Come, come, come I’m only a young boy I just came to pluck an azalea on this fine, lovely day and you - Oh, you came shouting at me and you threatened to call for the men and the servants to give me a beating
Come, come, come I’m only a young boy I just came to pluck an azalea and you started beating me and you struck me on the chest with your soft left hand and then you let it slide down And then you pounded me on my shoulders with your gentle fists and then you let them slide down And now we are in this azalea dance O this impromptu Dance of Azalea between you and me Your hand in mind You in mock-aggression and I now in complete realization O this improvised Dance of the Azalea just you and me, as we go round and round
And what the end in your eyes? I see, I see, I see it in your eyes – a quiet corner below the rocks a gentle spot, softened by grass and flowers Oh you teach me this Dance of Azalea Come, come, come I’m only a young boy I just came to pluck an azalea and you teach me the art of love
poem based on painting "A young boy plucking an azalea" by Shin Yun-bok (Hyewon) (born 1758), Korean