계절이 지나가는 하늘에는
가을로 가득 차 있습니다.

나는 아무 걱정도 없이
가을 속의 별들을 다 헬 듯합니다.

가슴 속에 하나 둘 새겨지는 별을
이제 다 못 헤는 것은
쉬이 아침이 오는 까닭이요,
내일 밤이 남은 까닭이요,
아직 나의 청춘이 다하지 않은 까닭입니다.

별 하나에 추억과
별 하나에 사랑과
별 하나에 쓸쓸함과
별 하나에 동경과
별 하나에 시와
별 하나에 어머니, 어머니,

어머님, 나는 별 하나에 아름다운 말 한마디씩 불러 봅니다. 소학교 때 책상을 같이 했던 아이들의 이름과, 패, 경, 옥, 이런 이국 소녀들의 이름과, 벌써 아기 어머니 된 계집애들의 이름과, 가난한 이웃 사람들의 이름과, 비둘기, 강아지, 토끼, 노새, 노루, '프랑시스 잠[1]', '라이너 마리아 릴케[2]' 이런 시인의 이름을 불러 봅니다.

이네들은 너무나 멀리 있습니다.
별이 아스라이 멀듯이.

어머님,
그리고 당신은 멀리 북간도에 계십니다.

나는 무엇인지 그리워
이 많은 별빛이 내린 언덕 위에
내 이름자를 써 보고
흙으로 덮어 버리었습니다.

딴은 밤을 새워 우는 벌레는
부끄러운 이름을 슬퍼하는 까닭입니다.

그러나 겨울이 지나고 나의 별에도 봄이 오면
무덤 위에 파란 잔디가 피어나듯이
내 이름자 묻힌 언덕 위에도
자랑처럼 풀이 무성할 거외다.
(1941. 11. 5.)

English
Counting the stars at night

 

In the sky where seasons pass 

Autumn fills the air. 

And ready I wait without worry

to count all the stars she bears

 

Now the reason I cannot tally

all the stars impressed on my heart, is

‘cause the morning soon comes, 

my youth’s not quite done, and

another night still lays in store

 

One star for memories, and

One star for loving

One star for melancholy, and

Another for longing

One star for poetry, and

Another for ma, mother, 

Mother, I will try to name all the stars after beautiful words: The names of school friends I sat with, foreign girls like Pae, Kyeong and Oak; girls who have now become mothers and other poor neighboring folk; the pigeons, the puppies, the hares, mules and deer, the names of such poets as Jammes and Rilke.

 

Yet all of these people so far away now.

And mother, the star, 

is in Northern Jiandao

 

Pining for something

I scribble my name

into a star spattered hill.

Then bury it (again.)

 

As for the insect who wails through the night

on account of the pain of its name full of shame

 

But winter will pass bringing spring to my star.

As the tuft grows round gravestones

the grass will abound 

where my name has been buried in that star spattered mound.

a starry night
                       Yoon Dong Joo

In the sky where the seasons pass by,
It's full of autumn.
​
I don't have to worry about anything.
I feel like I'm going to heal all the stars in autumn.
​
The stars that are engraved one by one in my heart
What I can't count now is...
It's because the morning is coming.
Because tomorrow night is left.
This is because my youth is not over yet.
​
One star, one memory,
Love for a star, love for a star.
The loneliness of a single star,
A yearning for a star
A poem on a star
A star, a mother, a mother.
​
Mother, I call out beautiful words for each star. I call out the names of the children who shared desks in elementary school, the names of the exotic girls, the girls who are already mothers, the names of the poor neighbors, the pigeons, puppies, rabbits, mules, roe deer, Francis Jam, Liner Maria Lilke, the poet.

These guys are too far away.
As far as the stars go,
​
mother
And you are far away in North Gando.
​
I miss what it is.
On all these starry hills,
I'll try using my name.
I covered it with dirt.
​
Or else, bugs that cry all night.
It's because I'm sad about the shameful name.
​
But after winter, when spring comes to my star,
Like the blue grass blooming on the grave.
On the hill where my name is buried.
There is nothing to be proud of.

Heaven wind stars & poetry
: One was given to his close friend, Jeong Byeong-uk, another was presented to his favorite professor, and the last one was kept for himself.