Azaleas
Should you leave me,
Saying you’re weary of me,
No word would I speak.
Only with azaleas
From Yaksan, Pyongbook
Nyongbyon,
Would I carpet your way.
Tread on, my dearest—
With lovely petals
I will weave your way.
If you grow weary of me,
No tears would I shed
Though I may die.