Sae Taryeong

On the third day of the third month, the swallow flies and the butterfly is elegant
The inner leaves of the trees, the branches, and flowers bloom, shaking off the spring dream
The far away mountain is deep and still, and the closer mountain is overlapping
The strange rocks' cries echo layer by layer
The stream of Tianli turns to the castle peak
The water in the valley flows ju-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru (onomatopoeia), the water in another goes kwal-kwal (gurgling)
The twelve valleys of the ten waters merge into one
The heaven and the earth bend over
Drops bubble into foam and cross over to the folding screen and hits very hard
The mountain is rumbling and leaves; there is talk about where to go
It's probably you, is there another scene like this?

Birds are flying, all sorts of birds are flying
The phoenix of all birds, in front of the Logevity Gate, bearer of good harvests
In a deep valley with high mountains: many birds fly in the forest on this sunny spring day
Birds fly in pairs, singing as though chatting about the pleasant spring weather
Parrots, good at chatting; cranes, good at dancing
Sot-daeng sing “sook-gook”; Ang-mae-gi sing “dduriru”; eagles sing “bi-woo”

I chased away the south wind and got shaken; ninety thousand li long Peng bird
King Wen the diviner; the phoenix of Qishang in the morning sun
Yoran Kiwoo (onomatopoeia) the deep night cries and the day is as a peacock
Su Shi, Red Cliffs, at a night of the seventh month, a long-calling white crane

Reporting to the lady over there, a message-passing parrot
Who will pass on the letters? The thoughts of a beautiful woman is the goose
I hate that the veil is embroidered with a lone Nan, a beautiful, colorful Nan
Yaksu River, a long, long three thousand [li]; Queen Mother of the West, azure bird
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