That

There is something

Its name escapes me

There is something

With a name

Here I am

Not knowing its name 

I become engrossed

It is engrossed right alongside me

There is someone solving a riddle

A riddle no one posed

A few days later

The name comes to me

There I am, feeling the emptiness

Something went unnamed then

But on the street, in the bus, outside the revolving door

After much thought

With its name

There it is

✔ More poetry by Oh Eun can be found at the link below
https://kln.or.kr/bookmark/poetryView.do?bbsIdx=2174

Translated by Seth Chandler