Master Yang Having Answered Me, I Use the Earlier Rhymes Again梁公見和。復用前韻。
有誰過小巷。無分賦高軒。笋逬工穿壁。蘿縈似護垣。淸於委羽洞。幽勝浣花村。潘岳三桃苑。陶潛五柳門。婦親金鼎水。兒媚繡襦蓀。自揖登山謝。淨欺種梓樊。身居懸磬室。心坦大輿坤。帶雨殘花落。隨風舞絮繁。病諳詩魄減。醉覺麴神尊。喜辦騷人佩。休誇鼓吏褌。林塘能幾樂。歲月苦難援。麤食忘兼味。酸醅堂上樽。煙濃鸎樹濕。霞散鶩天昏。廬岳慵投社。山陽只灌園。賈生空忌鵩。宋玉謾悲鵾。小閣宜春景。輕衫稱晝暄。良辰須共飮。芳草莫敎冤。更好東窓下。圍棋屛俗喧。
Who would pass through this little lane? I have no station that calls for singing of lofty carriages. The bamboo shoots thrust up and pierce the wall with ease, and the ivy twines as though it were guarding the fence. In clearness it is better than Weiyu Cave (委羽洞), and in seclusion better than Huanhua Village (浣花村). It is Pan Yue's (潘岳) garden of three peach trees, and Tao Qian's (陶潛) gate of five willows. My wife with her own hands pours water into the gold pot, and the child, in an embroidered jacket, is fair as sweet flag. I bow of myself to Xie Lingyun (謝靈運), who climbed the hills, and in cleanliness I outdo the Fan who planted catalpas. Though my body dwells in a room as bare as a hung chime-stone, my heart is as level as ground fit for a great carriage. Flowers that are left fall, carrying the rain with them, and willow floss that dances with the wind is plentiful. In sickness I know that the soul of poetry dwindles, and in drink I learn how high the god of the yeast stands. Be glad to be furnished with a poet's girdle-jade, and do not boast of the breeches of a drum-beating clerk. How much pleasure is there in groves and ponds? The years are very hard to hold back. Over coarse rice I forget that there are two flavors, and sour makgeolli stands in a jar on the hall floor. The smoke lies thick and the tree the oriole sits in is damp; the evening glow scatters and the sky the ibis flies in darkens. I am too idle to join the covenant on Mount Lu (廬山), and at Shanyang (山陽) I simply water the fields. Jia Yi (賈誼) for nothing shrank from an owl, and Song Yu (宋玉) grieved to no purpose for the kun bird. The little loft is well suited to the spring scene, and a single thin coat goes well with the warmth of noon. In a good season we must drink together, and not let the sweet grasses hold it against us. Better still is it, beneath the eastern window, to play baduk and drive off the clamor of the world.