Following the Rhymes of the Hermit Jahyeon on the Board次板上資玄居士韻
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 · 80 Chinese characters · reading time 0.8 min
Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 9 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.
楞迦山逈秀。百舍試來尋。二聖影留室。千年煙鎖林。身雲雖不住。性月本無沈。蓮舍容吾否。空門宿習深。
Mount Neungga (楞迦山) stands far off and outstanding,
and I have braved a hundred stages to come and seek it.
The shadows of the two sages remain in the room,
a thousand years of mist have locked the wood.
The cloud of the body, though it does not stay,
the moon of the nature is of itself never sunk.
Will the lotus house take me in or not?
At the Gate of Emptiness my old habits run deep.
Interlinear notes 2
二首
Two poems.
元曉眞表蛇包聖人。
The sages Wonhyo, Jinpyo and Sapo.
勝事聞來久。神蹤杳莫尋。幽鼯飢出壁。獨鶴倦投林。塔影侵陰斷。鍾聲度遠沈。何當解墨綬。聊此結茅深。
I have heard of this fine place long since,
yet the divine traces are far off and cannot be sought.
A hidden flying squirrel, being hungry, comes out of the wall;
a lone crane, being weary, drops into the wood.
The pagoda's shadow encroaches on the shade and breaks off;
the bell's sound crosses far away and sinks.
When shall I loose the black seal-ribbon
and be content to knot a thatched hut deep in here?