The Next Day, Without Rowing, I Went Down Eastward with the Current and at Night Moored Before Wonheung Temple and Slept in the Boat — Two Poems明日放舟不棹。順流東下。舟去如飛。夜泊元興寺前。寄宿船中。時夜靜人眠。唯聞水中跳出之魚鱍鱍然有聲。予亦枕臂小眠。夜寒不得久寐。漁歌商笛。相聞于遠近。天高水淸。沙明岸白。波光月影。搖蕩船閣。前有奇巖怪石。如虎踞熊蹲。予岸幘徙倚。頗得江湖之樂。噫。江湖之樂。雖病中不可以不樂。況乎日擁紅粧。彈朱絃。得意而遊。則其樂曷勝道哉。得詩二首云。
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 · 2 passages · 96 Chinese characters · reading time 0.9 min
Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 6 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.
碧天浮遠水。雲島認蓬萊。浪底紅鱗沒。烟中白鳥來。灘名隨地換。山色逐舟廻。喚取江城酒。悠然酌一杯。
The green sky floats upon the far water,
and I take the isle among the clouds for Penglai.
Beneath the waves red scales sink down,
and out of the mist white birds come.
The names of the rapids change with the ground,
and the color of the hills turns as it follows the boat.
I call for the wine of the river county
and pour out one cup at my leisure.
At night I moor at the sandbar, and the green rocks are near;
sitting beneath the awning I chant and twist my thin whiskers.
The light upon the water ripples and rocks the boat's cabin,
and the moon's shadow falls faintly upon the brim of my hat.
The blue waves swell in and the lone bank is drowned;
where the white clouds break off a low peak juts up.
The sound of the flute is confused and hard to listen to,
so you must call for fair fingers to play the zither.
Interlinear notes 1
時使一吏吹笛。
At that time I had one of the clerks play the flute.