By the river a lone pine,
how mighty, how towering.
Moor the boat, moor the boat!
Don't scorn the rough clouds—
they screen the world from us.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Don't deplore the roaring waves—
they drown out the clamor of this world.
how mighty, how towering.
Moor the boat, moor the boat!
Don't scorn the rough clouds—
they screen the world from us.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Don't deplore the roaring waves—
they drown out the clamor of this world.
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