The poem I transcribed today is a beautiful poem by Bulgarian poet Lucian Blaga. 

The poet is also a Romanian philosopher and theologian playwright. He was an existentialist philosopher and even a professor of cultural philosophy, but was deprived of his intellectual freedom due to political influence after World War II. He was later mentioned as a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature, but was disturbed. Due to such influence, he wrote many lyric poems. The poem above is one of such poems.

Izvorul nopții / Lucian Blaga 

Frumoaso,

ți-s ochii așa de negrii încât seara 

când stau cu capu-n poala ta 

îmi pare, 

că ochii tăi, adânci, sunt izvorul 

din care tainic curge noaptea peste văi 

si peste munți și peste șesuri,

acoperind pământul 

c-o mare de-ntuneric.

Așa-s de negri ochii tăi 

lumina mea.

Izvorul nopții

Springs of the Night  /  Lucian Blaga

​

You, beauty,

Your eyes are so dark that in the evening

When I lie with my head in your lap

It seems

Your deep eyes are the springs

From which the night mysteriously flows

Over the valley, over mountains and plains,

Covering the earth

With a sea of darkness.

So deep-dark are your eyes

My light

Izvorul nopții / Lucian Blaga

I don't know Bulgarian well, so I transcribed it only in English. It's a bit unfortunate, but I hope there's a chance to learn it next time.

If I can stop one heart from breaking  By Emily Dickinson

Maybe because it rained all day yesterday, the morning when I met early in the morning was full of moisture.

Roses bloom very beautifully in Korea in May. So I washed my face, dressed, and dragged my bike out to meet white, yellow, or reddish roses early on Saturday morning, but I didn't have them.

These days, it was too cold for spring, so the roses have not yet bloomed. I left the place with regret, but I couldn't come back home, so I wandered around again.
Then I discovered a water lily blooming in a very small pond. Rather, it was even more fortunate for me. I was very pleased with this water lily, perhaps because I never thought it would be in bloom.

Moreover, the morning sun was shining so beautifully, and yesterday's rain swept away the dust, making the water lilies cleaner and cleaner.

I took a lot of pictures. I didn't feel the sign of time passing because it's been a long time since I held the camera.

It was such a beautiful day.

If I can stop one heart from breaking

                             By Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest,

I shall not live in vain.

If I can stop one heart from breaking  By Emily Dickinson

The poem I transcribed today is called the Power of Stopping. 

In our daily lives, we go forward and forward indefinitely, and we end our days without much time to relax. In the meantime, I sometimes think about stopping altogether rather than stopping for a while.
Of course, there may be people who are unintentionally stopping their daily lives for a while. However, this does not mean that life is cut off or extinguished.
If you feel that way, it might be helpful to read this poem once and pause it if you are left behind and think that you are the only one who is unhappy.

정지의 힘  /  백무산

기차를 세우는 힘, 그 힘으로 기차는 달린다

시간을 멈추는 힘, 그힘으로 우리는 미래로 간다

무엇을 하지 않을 자유, 그로 인해 무엇을 해야 할 것인가를 안다

무엇이 되지 않을 자유, 그 힘으로 우리는 달린다

세상을 멈추는 힘, 그 힘으로 우리는 달린다

정지에 이르렀을 때, 우리가 달리는 이유를 안다

씨앗처럼 정지하라, 꽃은 멈춤의 힘으로 피어난다

The Power of Stopping / Baekmusan

The power to stop a train, with that power the train runs

The power to stop time, with that power we go to the future

The freedom not to do something, and because of that we know what to do

The freedom not to become something, with that power we run

The power to stop the world, with that power we run

When we reach a standstill, we know why we run

Stop like a seed, flowers bloom with the power of stopping

I haven't been able to post a blog because I've been studying for a while. I'll try to post more often in the future.

Russell Fountain Pen_Ebony

Russell Fountain Pen_Ebony

            What is learned is like a handful of soil,

Tamil has been a language that has been around since the 5th century B.C., with around 70 million speakers worldwide. It has 18 consonants and 12 vowel characters, and it is said that 216 characters are created by the combination of the two. You can tell by looking at the bottom, but it feels like drawing a picture. There are many strange-looking letters. In comparison, Russian has a hard feeling.

​The similarity with Korean is that the word order is the same. So it seems a little easier to understand when it comes to knowing the words and talking to them, but it's just a guess, so I think I'll have to learn more while studying. Some words are said to be surprising because they have the same meaning as Korean and pronunciation, but I've never heard them myself, so I'll listen to them and post additional comments later.

Now that I'm only writing Tamil alphabets, I've searched for Tamil quotes and wrote my own sentences. For your understanding, I've also transcribed them in Russian and English.

கற்றது கைமண் அளவு,

கல்லாதது உலகளவு.

(Kaṟṟatu kaimaṇ aḷavu, kallātu ulakaḷavu.)

То, чему ты учишься,

подобно горстке земли, а то,

чему ты не учишься, 

подобно целому миру.

What is learned is like a handful of soil, 

and what is not learned is 

as big as the world

It means, "What you have learned is like a handful of soil, and what you have not learned is as big as the world." It means that an individual must always be humble in learning, because the discipline or skill he has learned and learned throughout his or her life is only a small part of all the knowledge in the world. It can also be interpreted as meaning that there is no end to learning.

                           கற்றது கைமண் அளவு,

This picture was taken today. Since spring rain is so moist, a day like this is a day when you must go out and take a picture with a camera. It was a wonderful day to take pictures of Japanese apricot flowers and violet flowers soaked in spring rain. If you look closely at the picture, you can see lights inside water droplets in a round circle, which was taken with a ring flash in front of the camera lens.

I write to you / Chun Yang-hee

I write to you / Chun Yang-hee

너에게 쓴다   /  천양희

The Russian poem I transcribed this time is that of Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. 

This poem makes me guess that the title is heart-wrenching.
At first, I praise the mysterious nature, but the moment I turn to myself, I return to compassion and worry about myself. I think this may be an expression of the feelings everyone is experiencing.
And in the end, I think it's about comforting yourself while breathing with this beautiful nature.

I actually transcribed this poem last year, but I'm transcribing it again this year.
I'm not sure why, but I found this poem again while looking for a poem I wanted to transcribe.
It is said that you can read good poems many times. So, I think it's good to savor the deep meaning once again.

This photo was taken on a trip that I went on for a while this winter. I was thinking about what to post, and it might have been better if it were a large landscape picture of Mother Nature, just looking at the title and content, but I thought that the moment of the haenyeo getting into the sea might suit me well.

I thought one movement in the calm sea was like moving the mind.

Выхожу один я на дорогу...

Выхожу один я на дорогу...

Стихотворение Михаила Лермонтова

Выхожу один я на дорогу;

Сквозь туман кремнистый путь блестит;

Ночь тиха. Пустыня внемлет богу,

И звезда с звездою говорит.

В небесах торжественно и чудно!

Спит земля в сияньи голубом...

Что же мне так больно и так трудно?

Жду ль чего? жалею ли о чём?

Уж не жду от жизни ничего я,

И не жаль мне прошлого ничуть;

Я ищу свободы и покоя!

Я б хотел забыться и заснуть!

Но не тем холодным сном могилы...

Я б желал навеки так заснуть,

Чтоб в груди дремали жизни силы,

Чтоб дыша вздымалась тихо грудь;

Чтоб всю ночь, весь день мой слух лелея,

Про любовь мне сладкий голос пел,

Надо мной чтоб вечно зеленея

Тёмный дуб склонялся и шумел.

In the meantime, I've been too busy at work to post much. In the future, I'm going to write more articles and pictures.

An early morning village with white snow

An early morning village with white snow  By idea0404

Sitting by the window of the cold early morning bus
When I close my eyes, it unfolds
the scenery of the hometown village with white snow
imagine, remember, and miss
miss so much again

a piece of memory that became so small
the fear of not being able to go there again
be as thin and sharp as a dry grain

Nevertheless, in January of this year
Imagination becomes a painting
the piece of memory becomes a picture
It's piled up in my heart one by one

Still, it's a great feeling for me that the picture and writing can go well together.
I expect a lot of changes for me this year. I think these good lucks can come together and help me get on my way.

An early morning village with white snow By idea0404

 

This poem I transcribed today is a bit of an interesting one. 

It reminds me of the political situation I am experiencing in Korea these days and the political and economic changes that arise as the current president of the United States changes.

It's a poem that's rebellious, not rebellious

He's a very smart person.

On being asked for a War Poem

On being asked for a War Poem

William Butler Yeats 

I think it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth

We have no gift to set a statesman right;

He has had enough of meddling who can please

A young girl in the indolence of her youth,

Or an old man upon a winter's night.

These days, the Republic of Korea is also suffering from numerous losses due to extreme political fights, and the situation in the country is also unstable. Only when we sort this out quickly and find a new path can we find stability. Here in Korea, we are in a state of great anxiety, discomfort, and crisis.

 

On being asked for a War Poem 02

These days, I want to go out to the cathedral and pray. Please give us wisdom so that I can get through this difficulty wisely.

🙏🙏🙏🙏