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Visiting Hangye, Where Abbot Gak Was Lodging as a Traveller, I Use the Rhymes of Canliaozi's Poem and Give It to Him訪寒溪。住老覺師旅寓。用參寥子詩韻贈之。

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 0.8 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 8 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.

霞想雲情逸天半。玉籠金鎖莫我絆。平生自學元次山。欲往寒溪稱浪漫。寒溪主人偶此逢。聊復軒眉一笑同。禪味何妨飮餘滴。談鋒更愛生雄風。相從不覺西日側。十里靑煙催晚色。不須更憶寒溪遊。見公眼色奪溪碧。

Thoughts of haze and a cloud's feeling rise above the half of heaven, and neither jade cage nor golden chain can bind me. All my life I have of myself learned from Yuan Cishan (元次山), and would go to Hangye and be called Langman (浪漫). Meeting the master of Hangye here by chance, I lift my brows once more and laugh together with him. What harm is there in drinking the last drops amid the savour of Zen? The keenness of his talk raises a brave wind, and the more do I love it. Following one another, we did not know the western sun had slanted, and ten li of blue mist hurry on the evening light. There is no need to think again of a ramble at Hangye: looking at the light of your eyes, it takes the stream's own green away.