ํธ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ํผ์ฐ๊ฒ ๋ ๊น๋ญ์
Once, beneath the snow-covered slopes of a winter mountain,
a small, shabby tavern opened its doors.
์๋ , ๋ ๋ฎ์ธ ๊ฒจ์ธ ์ฐ์๋ฝ ์๋ ์์ ์ฃผ๋ง ํ๋๊ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ค.
Scholars bound for the state examination gathered inside,
warming their frozen hands and loosening their tongues.
๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋จผ ๊ธธ์ ๋ ๋๋ ์ ๋น๋ค์ด ๋ชธ์ ๋ น์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ชจ์ฌ๋ค์๋ค.
Over bowls of rice wine, they bragged loudly.
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ง๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ ์ฌ๋ฐ์ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ ๋ค์ด๋๋ค.
โIf I take first place, Iโll buy a house in Hanyang without blinking an eye!โ
โWith my writing skills, Iโm already a minister in spirit!โ
โ์ด๋ฒ์ ์ฅ์๊ธ์ ๋ง ํ๋ฉด ํ์์ ์ง ํ ์ฑ๋ ์ฐ์ต์ง.โ
โ๋ด ๊ธ์์จ๋ฉด ์ฌ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฐ ๋์ ๋น์์ด์ง.โ
They spoke at length, but heard no one but themselves.
Their bodies were in the tavern,
but their minds were already seated on a throne of titles.
๋ง์ ๊ธธ์๊ณ , ๋จ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๋ค.
๋์ ์ฃผ๋ง์ ์์์ง๋ง, ๋ง์์ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ฒผ์ฌ ์์ ์์ ์์๋ค.
Before sunrise, they began their climb into the mountains.
Icy paths, brittle branches, and the heavy hush of snow.
ํด๊ฐ ๋จ๊ธฐ๋ ์ , ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ค์ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ธธ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค.
๋ฏธ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋๊ธธ, ๋ฐ์ค๋ฝ๋๋ ๋๋ญ๊ฐ์ง, ์ง์ ์ด๋ ์ด ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ง์๋ค.
And thenโ
a tiger emerged from the forest.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐโ
ํธ๋์ด ํ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฒ์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์๋ค.
Startled, the scholars threw themselves to the ground.
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ ์ ์๋๋ ธ๋ค.
โO great tiger! We are mere scholars on our way to take the state exam!โ
โPlease, accept this fine silk!โ
โTake our coinsโjust let us pass!โ
โํธ๋์ด๋, ์ ํฌ๋ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋ ์ ๋น๋ค์
๋๋ค.โ
โ์ด ๋น๋จ๊ณผ ์ฝ์ , ๋ถ๋ ๋ฐ์์ฃผ์ญ์์คโฆโ
But the tiger only stared.
Then, slowly, he pulled a flint from his pouch
and lit an old tobacco pipe.
ํ์ง๋ง ํธ๋์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ค๊ฐ
์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ๋ถ์ฏ๋์ ๊บผ๋ด ๋ด๋ฑ๋์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์๋ค.
Hooโ
ํ์ฐโ
White smoke drifted into the frozen air.
It slid through the cold,
between false smiles and greedy hands.
And the tiger said:
ํ์ ์ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํผ์ก๋ค.
์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์์ผ๋ก,
๊ฑฐ์ง๋ ๋ง๋ค ์ฌ์ด๋ก.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค.
โYou speak with smooth words and reach out with greedy hands.
It chokes me.
I need this smoke just to breathe.โ
โ๋ง์ ๋ฒ๋๋ฅด๋ฅดํ๊ณ , ์์ ์์ฌ๋ฟ์ด๊ตฌ๋.
์จ์ด ๋งํ๋ค.
์ด๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ ํผ์์ผ ์ด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋.โ
Since that day, a bitter rumor has echoed through the mountain paths:
๊ทธ๋ ์ดํ, ์ฐ๊ธธ์ ๋๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌ์ด์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ง์ด ๋์๋ค.
โThere was a reason the tiger took up smoking.โ
โํธ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ํผ์ฐ๊ฒ ๋ ๋ฐ๋โฆ
๋ค ๊ทธ๋ด ๋งํ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์๋ค๋๋ผ.โ
๋ต๊ธ ๋จ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ