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Following Academy Collator Yang's Rhymes, Replying to Pan Lang's 「Spring Outing」次韻梁閣校。和潘閬春遊篇。

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 · 550 Chinese characters · reading time 5.6 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 3 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.

二月𧰟陽天。獨遊心悠然。飛花逐風舞。飄落阿那邊。靑絲弄江柳。碧繡看野田。貪芳久未返。細露濕濃煙。朱顔能幾時。一去不復還。長天萬古碧。日月悠悠懸。王孫不至空春草。春草無情春自老。由來樂事喜相違。辜負芳時風景好。東來西去作浮雲。天地騰騰六尺身。帝城信美亦難住。素衣無奈化風塵。君不見陳宮月依舊白。三閣繁華已陳迹。後庭不見玉樹色。又不見汴河水至今流。人心徒自恨。柳色豈解愁。榮華富貴不須待。五侯七相亦安在。景公虛哭牛山中。莊靈不死公何代。破除萬事酒有功。安得醉臥中山中。月光鬼谷未訪嵩。付與人間任轉蓬。一樽何惜與君同。空山馬鬣昔王公。南柯一夢已無蹤。菖蒲未掃雪霜鬢。泥土忍埋龍虎雄。興來長嘯座生風。壯氣擘出胸懷中。猿臂將軍便不封。龍翔吏部空老翁。天宮鎖門雲雨濛。夜叉守閽兮不爲通。又聞轟磕震鼓走雷公。霹靂掣火落半空。十七星跨漢爲閣道望不得窮。不使盧同上天斬得蝦蟇精。及月輪纔滿。怪物復生。未知熒惑何權。太白何功。天已喪厥眼。天道何由行。使闒茸瓦釜雷鳴。使君子黃鍾無聲。使嫫母蘭澤襲馨。使西施柳眉嚬靑。天若不喪眼。屈,賈胡爲兮枯其形。天若不喪眼。李,杜胡爲兮沮其情。歸去來乎相携鶴背客。共到鼇頭瀛母臺。恣商羊秘籙受丁寧。更升碧落配星辰。羽林兵仗嚴天軍。莫學桃源苦避秦。漁人踏我淸溪渾。莫學峩□〔⿱山眉〕事思邈。多生坐殺蝱蟲群。唯願一入紫微門。奉謁玄元太上君。一吹橐籥鼓和氣。下使萬人飮醰粹。煕煕有如天酒酣。兀兀渾似衢樽醉。洗盡痟癢入融怡。立作太古羲軒時。有志莫遂是兒子。人生安用丈夫爲。

Under the sky of the second month's lovely sunlight I roam alone, and my heart is far away Flying blossoms dance after the wind fluttering — on which side will they fall? Green threads toy with the willows by the river green embroidery looks out over the fields Coveting the blossoms, I am long in going back and fine dew soaks the thick mist How long can a ruddy face last? Once gone, it never comes back again The long sky is blue through all the ages and sun and moon hang far above The noble youth does not come, and the spring grass is for nothing the spring grass is heartless, and the spring grows old of itself From of old, happy things have liked to fall out of step and betray the fine scenes of the flowering season Coming east and going west, I have become a drifting cloud a six-foot body adrift between heaven and earth The royal city is truly beautiful, yet hard to stay in and what is to be done when white clothes are stained by wind and dust? Have you not seen how the moon over the palace of Chen (陳) is white as of old? The splendour of the three towers is already an old trace and in the Rear Court (後庭) the sheen of the Jade Trees (玉樹) can no longer be seen Have you not also seen how the water of the Bian (汴河) flows to this day? The human heart grieves to itself in vain but what does the willow's colour know of sorrow? Glory and wealth are not worth waiting for and where now are the five marquises and the seven chief ministers? Duke Jing (景公) wept in vain on Mount Niu (牛山) had Duke Zhuang and Duke Ling not died, in which generation would he have become ruler? For wiping away all things, wine has the merit how may I lie drunk on the wine of Zhongshan (中山)? In moonlit Guigu (鬼谷) I failed to find Mount Song (嵩山) so I will leave myself to the human world, like rolling mugwort How should I begrudge sharing a jar of wine with you? The horse-mane mounds on the empty hills are the lords and princes of old and the single dream of Nanke (南柯) has left no trace Even sweet flag cannot sweep away temple hair like snow and frost yet the mud does not shrink from burying heroes like dragons and tigers Roused, I whistle long, and wind rises on the mat and a fierce spirit splits its way out of my breast The general with ape's arms was never enfeoffed in the end and the Minister of Personnel (吏部) who soared like a dragon became an old man for nothing The palace of heaven bars its gate, thick with cloud and rain and a yaksha guards the door and will not let me through I hear too the thunder god running, rumbling his drums and lightning drawing fire, falling through mid-air Seventeen stars span the Milky Way to form the Gallery Road (閣道), yet gaze as I will there is no end to it Lu Tong (盧同) is not sent up to heaven to cut down the toad's spirit so the moon's wheel scarcely fills before the monster appears again I cannot tell what power the Fire Star (熒惑星) holds nor what merit the Great White Star (太白星) has Heaven has already lost its eyes so by what is the way of heaven carried out? It lets the worthless man and the earthen pot boom like thunder and the gentleman and the Yellow Bell (黃鍾) make no sound It lets Momu (嫫母) give off fragrance with orchid oil and Xi Shi (西施) knit her willow brows in green If heaven had not lost its eyes how would Qu Yuan and Jia Yi have grown so gaunt? If heaven had not lost its eyes how would Li Bai and Du Fu have had their purposes broken? Let us go back — hand in hand with the traveller riding the crane's back let us reach together the terrace of Yingzhou (瀛洲) on the turtle's head Receive to our fill the secret writings of Shangyang (商羊) and carve them earnestly then climb again to the blue sky and pair with the stars The arms of the Plumed Forest Guard make the heavenly troops stern Do not learn to flee Qin in distress, as at the Peach Blossom Spring a fisherman would tread my clear stream and muddy it Do not learn to serve Sun Simiao (孫思邈) on Mount Emei (峩□) through many lives one sits and kills the gadflies and the swarms of insects My one wish is to enter once the gate of Purple Tenuity (紫微) and reverently behold the Supreme Lord of Primal Mystery (玄元太上君) to blow the bellows once and stir up the harmonious breath so that below, the myriad people may drink what is rich and pure Harmonious as though deeply drunk on heaven's wine (天酒) towering as though all were drunk from the wine jar at the crossroads Washing away every sickness and itch and entering harmony we shall straightway make again the far-off age of Fu Xi and Xuan Yuan To have a purpose and not fulfil it is to be a mere child how shall a man, while he lives, play the part of a true man?

Interlinear notes 3

長短一依潘體。

In its long and short lines it follows Pan Lang's (潘閬) form entirely.

本詩疊押中字。

In the original poem the character jung (中) is used twice as a rhyme.

甘露一名天酒。

Sweet dew (甘露) is also called heaven's wine (天酒).