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Roaming at Manseonsa in Jukju, Following the Rhymes of the Poems of Several Academicians on the Board遊竹州萬善寺。次板上諸學士詩韻。

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 10 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.

寺藏靑草暗。路入碧蘿深。谷密閑雲聚。園荒猛燒侵。曉風饒鐸舌。夕月浸潭心。好在靑山色。休官欲重尋。

The temple is hidden in green grass and dark, and the path goes deep in among blue wisteria vines. The valley is close, and idle clouds gather; the garden is rough, and fierce fires invade it. The dawn wind shakes the tongue of the wind-bell freely, and the evening moon sinks into the heart of the pond. Fare you well, color of the green mountains: I mean to leave office and seek you out again.

Interlinear notes 1

二首

Two poems.

曲澗水微咽。空巖雲自廻。烟輕霜練靜。山嫮畫屛開。黃犢駄童去。靑猿送客來。爲憐風景好。下馬更低徊。

In the winding stream the water chokes thinly, and on the bare rock the clouds turn of themselves. The mist is light, and the frosted silk is still; the mountains are fair, and a painted screen opens. A yellow calf carries a boy away, and a blue ape comes to see the guest off. Loving how good the scene is, I get down from my horse and linger again.