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Again, Dividing the Rhymes, I Got the Character 岳 (ak, 'peak')又分韻得岳字

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 · 84 Chinese characters · reading time 0.9 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 7 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.

卜居城東蝸一殼。怯寒無奈縮頭角。偶然乘興閑出郭。三尺雪深寒蘸脚。來打禪扉聲剝剝。警咳一聲虛谷答。入門眩怳見臺閣。似見小空隨善覺。隔林吹火棲鳥落。渴漢求茶泉欲涸。一夕忘懷這裡樂。大勝三笑遊盧岳。

I have taken one snail's shell east of the city for my dwelling, and in fear of the cold could only draw in my head and horns. By chance, riding my high spirits, I idly went out past the wall; three feet of snow lay deep, and the cold soaked my legs. Coming, I knocked at the meditation hall's wicket, and it sounded rap-rap; at one cough the empty valley answered. Entering the gate, dazed, I looked at the hall and tower, and seemed to see the little emptiness (空) following Seongak (善覺). Blowing the fire beyond the grove, the roosting birds fell down; the thirsty fellow asked for tea till the spring was like to run dry. The gladness within this, that makes one forget his cares for an evening, is far better than the outing where three men laughed on Mount Lu (廬山).