My Dream

Han Yong-un1879 –1944translated from the Korean by Younghill KangWhen you go walking through the clear dawn in the shade of trees,  my dream will become the few little stars     that are staying on over your head.When during summer days you are sleeping a daytime sleep  unable to conquer the heat, my dream will become the clear winds     that are floating about your vicinage.When in the still Autumn nights, you sit alone reading books,  my dream will become the voice of the cricket, crying     under your table, “chirrup, chirrup.”