The Same as Above同前
天胡窮退之。鬼亦笑羅友。珠聯五字詩。鯨吸千日酒。南遊觸豐㬢。海泛占北斗。擧鞭向習池。醉任兒拍手。靜採瀛州芝。狂吟彭澤柳。眼高紅粉媸。謝遣不留右。五馬光陸離。訪君爲挽袖。共倒黃金巵。晚色靄烟岫。是時得新詞。還憶狂生不。覩君南行辭。江山盡如舊。
Why should Heaven bring Han Tuizhi to straits, and why do the ghosts too laugh at Luo You (羅友)? Five-character poems strung like pearls, and thousand-day wine drunk down like a whale. Roaming south he touches the ample sunlight; floating on the sea he takes the Northern Dipper. Raising his whip he turns toward Xi Pond (習池), and drunk, he lets the children clap as they will. Quietly he gathers the jicho herb of Yingzhou (瀛洲), and madly chants the willows of Pengze (彭澤). His eye being high, he finds even the rouged and powdered ugly, declines and sends them off, and will not let them stay at his right. Five horses are dappled and shining; I seek you out and pull at your sleeve. Together we tip the golden cup, and the late light lies thick on the misted peaks. If at such a time you get a new poem, will you think, after all, of this mad student? Reading your writing of the journey south, the rivers and hills are all as they were.
Interlinear notes 1
二首○此二篇。朴君皆押旁韻。故依韻。
Two poems. Bak had put side-rhymes to both of these pieces, and so I followed his rhymes.
瀟洒全客卿。氣韻眞我友。早懷濟物情。暫隱陶潛酒。吐文似六經。錯落羅星斗。未放驚人鳴。誰傷代匠手。雨輭光風輕。時節宜花柳。亦足了一生。蠏左復杯右。長嘯如鸞聲。飄飄紫霞袖。詩成倒宣城。句壓窓中岫。我性元無程。二子肯容不。淡水交轉淸。二十年前舊。
Jeon the Guest Counsellor (客卿), so free and open, in spirit and in tone is truly my friend. Early he held the will to save the world of things, yet for a while he hid himself in Tao Qian's wine. His pouring out of writing is like the Six Classics, mingled and spread out like the stars. He has not yet let loose the cry that startles men; who would hurt the hand that stands in for the carpenter? The rain is soft and the light on the wind is slight, and the season suits flowers and willows. With this too a whole life may be finished out: crab on the left, and the cup again on the right. His long whistling is like the cry of the luan; fluttering are his sleeves of crimson haze. His poem made, he overthrows Xuancheng (宣城), and his lines press down the peak within the window. My nature has of itself no settled course; will the two of them gladly take me in? A friendship plain as water grows the clearer: it is an old thing of twenty years ago.