Binhad Nurrohmat

I’ll go back to heaven again.
Hand in hand with the dew
that melts at a touch of the dawning day,

I’ll go back to heaven again.
With the dusk, together, just we two,
at a sign from a cloud after playing on the slopes

I’ll go back to heaven again.
At the end of my outing to this beautiful world
I’ll go back and say: It was beautiful. . . .

-Chon Sang-pyong, Korean poet, 1930-1993.