Where jade waters dream beneath the sky, Gyeonghoeru rises, where soft breezes sigh. A grand pavilion, etched in timeless grace, Reflected perfectly in its watery space.
Each column a whisper, from ancient, storied wood, Supporting the roof where the Joseon kings stood. For banquets and festivals, beneath moon and sun, Where music would echo, and grand tales were spun.
The lotus flowers slumber, just waking to light, While carp glide below, in shades of morning bright. The mountain’s soft contour, a backdrop serene, Frames this majestic, contemplative scene.
Three stone bridges lead to its elegant stair, Inviting the gaze to linger there. A sanctuary built on a liquid glass floor, Where history dances, forevermore.
In every curve, a poet’s gentle sigh, As clouds drift softly, serenely by. Gyeonghoeru stands, a vision refined, A tranquil masterpiece, for the soul to find.
