Living outside the south gate of Namwon City in Jeolla Province
Poor Chunhyang, the daughter of Wolmae, is sad and miserable
At the first blow of punishment, she says: how come the moment I profess to be forever faithful to my husband comes this terrible punishment of seven blows
Second blow, she says: I am not devoted to two husbands, as one does not serve two kings. I can’t speak two different truths unless I’m a child of two different fathers
Third blow, she says: my noble husband reveres the fundamental rule of morality
I, Chunhyang, and Lee tied the knots when the spring flowers and willows bloom, I cannot obey the magistrate’s order
Fourth blow, she says: doesn’t our magistrate know the classics of Confucianism?
The strongest winds and snow can’t bend the green bamboos and pines, I cannot obey the magistrate’s words even if you would tear off my limbs
Fifth blow, she says: I can never forget my husband who is away
Will he come back today, or will he tomorrow? I only want to see him and be with him, my husband who is brave and honorable
Sixth blow, she says: even Suqin, the leader of six countries wouldn’t persuade me, even if you trap our love with tough ropes and throw it into the mountains
I will never forgo my sacred promise of love
Seventh blow, she says: even if you drop our love into rough currents of a river, my love will only grow, letting us be together like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl whose love was never faded by distance