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Old Roaming South of the River江南舊遊

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) 東國李相國集 · Yi Gyubo · Compiled 1241 (Goryeo, 28th year of King Gojong); revised and enlarged 1251 · 1 passages · 139 Chinese characters · reading time 1.6 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 1 The collected writings of Yi Gyubo of Goryeo, gathered and cut in woodblock by his son Yi Ham in 1241 and revised and enlarged by his grandson Yi Ikbae in 1251. It holds poems and rhapsodies, memorials and reports sent up to the king, records written for temples and pagodas, stele and tomb inscriptions, letters and prefaces, and the state letters that passed to and from the Mongols during the invasions. The Lay of King Dongmyeong, which sings the founder of Goguryeo, stands in volume 3 of the first collection, and the daily life of a man who called himself the White Cloud Layman — with his wine, his zither and his verse — fills the later collection. The book closes with the last poem he wrote as his eyes failed and he laid down the brush, and with the dirge and tomb inscription others made for him after his death.

結髮少年日。輕裝寄漢南。乘閑頻劇飮。遇勝輒窮探。水共魚相樂。花先蝶自貪。種荷看露嚲。愛月訴雲含。柳翫陶潛五。杯傾太白三。仙姝爭自媚。笑臉最憐𣢺。纖玉哀彈妙。流波注視媅。金釵嬌不整。羅袖弱難堪。縹帙披琴譜。紋楸鬪手談。鸎春詩思暢。鷄曉醉眠酣。久住民風熟。佳遊客意甘。江山無盡藏。聲色幾年耽。往事渾成夢。何時更理驂。湖州去何晚。杜牧得無慙。

In my young days, when I bound up my hair, I lodged lightly clad at Hannam (漢南). Taking my leisure I often drank my fill, and whenever I met a goodly place I searched it to the end. The water is glad together with the fish; the flower goes first, and the butterfly is greedy of itself. I plant the lotus and watch the dew hang upon it; I hold the moon dear and complain that the clouds have it in their mouths. For willows I take pleasure in Tao Qian's (陶潛) five trees, and for cups I tip Li Taibai's three mal. Beauties like fairy maidens vie in their coaxing, and of their laughing cheeks the dimples are the loveliest of all. Slender hands like jade play the sorrowful airs wondrously, and they pour out and take pleasure in glances like flowing waves. The golden hairpins fall prettily into disorder, and the silk sleeves are too delicate to be borne. From a jade-colored book case I open the zither scores, and on the patterned board I contend at the talk of the hands (手談). In the spring where the orioles cry my thoughts for poems are clear, and at the dawn where the cock crows my drunken sleep is sweet. Staying long, I grew used to the customs of the people; in goodly roaming, a wayfarer's heart is sweet. The rivers and hills are a storehouse without end, and how many years was I sunk in sound and color? What is past has become a dream through and through, so when shall I harness the side horse again? Why is my going to Huzhou (湖州) so late? How can I be without shame before Du Mu (杜牧)?

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水州一名漢南。

Suju (水州) is also called Hannam (漢南).