Weary of seeing me, when you  
go away,  
without a word, gently,  
I shall let you   
go. 

From Mount Yak  
in Yŏngbyŏn,  
armfuls of azaleas  
I shall gather and scatter on your way.

As you go, step by step  
on the flowers placed before you  
tread lightly,  
softly as you go.