Staying On Drunk at the House of Administrator Min Gwanghyo, Who Asked for a Poem, and Giving Him One Dashed Off留醉閔判官光孝家。主人乞詩。走筆贈之。
白雲居士今已衰。羞逐長安輕薄兒。浪效揚雄草太玄。無人載酒肯相隨。朅來偶訪先生家。剝剝扣戶烏巾斜。主人一笑生春温。頑冬十月堪開花。十分美醞傾如泗。蘸甲杯心撥浮蟻。霞明日色正鎔紅。雨霽山光如滴翠。握手論心淚洒袍。人生一世何大勞。作賦我嫌無狗監。得官君恨猶馬曹。同是人間薄遊客。相逢曷不浮大白。酒酣四顧心飛揚。天地六合爲之窄。忽呼侍婢鋪蠻牋。請我快放詩中顚。塡胸壯憤吐乃已。因之留贈狂歌篇。
The Hermit of White Clouds has already grown frail ashamed to chase after the frivolous lads of Chang'an In vain I copy Yang Xiong (揚雄) and draft a Great Mystery (太玄) of my own but no one loads up wine and cares to follow me So by chance I came calling at the master's house and as I rapped at the gate my black kerchief hung askew The host laughed once, and a spring warmth arose enough to open flowers even in the harsh tenth month of winter We tip out ample fine wine like the River Si (泗水) and wet our nails to stir the ants floating in the cup The glow is bright, the sunlight just now melting red the rain has cleared, the mountain hue about to drip green We clasp hands and speak our hearts, sprinkling tears on our robes Why should a man's one lifetime be such hard toil? I write rhapsodies, and regret having no Keeper of the Hounds (狗監) you have gained office, and regret being still in the Horse Bureau (馬曹) Both of us are wanderers adrift in the human world so having met, how could we not float the great cup? The wine ripens, I look round all four quarters and my heart takes wing and heaven and earth and the six directions are narrow for it Suddenly he calls a maidservant to spread out southern paper (蠻牋) and asks me to let the mad rapture of poetry loose at its ease Only when the fierce indignation filling my breast is spat out do I stop and so I leave him this one mad song