Song Hon (1535-1598)

The mountain is silent,
      the water without form.
A clear breeze has no price,
      the bright moon no lover.
Here, after their fashion,
      I grow old in peace.

So Kyongdok (1489-1546)

My mind is foolish,
      all that I do seems in vain.
Who would come to the deep mountain
      with its thick clouds, fold upon fold?
I look to see whether you come by chance,
      whenever the fallen leaves rustle in the wind.

Song Sammun (1418-1456)

Were you to ask me what I'd wish to be
      after my death,
I would answer, a pine tree, tall and hardy
      on the highest peak of Mount Pongnae,
And to be green, alone, green,
      when snow fills heaven and earth.

Yi Chono (1341-1371)

That clouds have no intent
       is perhaps false and unreliable.
Floating in midair,
       freely moving,
For what reason do they cover
       the bright light of day?

Yi Saek (1328-1396)

Rough clouds gather around the valley
       where the snow still lies.
Where is the welcoming plum,
       at what place does it bloom?
I have lost my way, alone,
       in the setting sun.