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Jeon Iji Came to Visit; We Drank Together and, Deeply Drunk, I Gave Him This全履之見訪。與飮大醉贈之。

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 · 178 Chinese characters · reading time 1.7 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 11 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.

我家計拙酒錢空。我客才高交契密。貌甚閑暇來座隅。忍把淸談空遣日。典我身上藍縷衣。換此一壺淸且溢。觥船屢倒興復酣。有如狂馬泛駕欲奔軼。振搖林木我放歌。倒瀉江湖君縱筆。歌雪憤兮麁聲長。筆洩怒兮猛勢逸。何者是賢愚。何者是得失。得者未必賢。麞頭鼠目翔貴秩。失者未必愚。瑰意琦行栖蓬蓽。吾儕齷齪何足言。如子雄豪取爵不可必。神龍未起逋龍昇。左道乘時直道黜。與子論平生。平昔欝膓醉後盡嘔出。撫劒起舞坐更飮。一杯一杯聊復一。

My house is clumsy at housekeeping and the wine money is gone, while my guest is high in talent and close in friendship. He came to the corner of my seat with a most unhurried air, so how could I bear to spend the day in idle pure talk? I pawned the shabby clothes off my own back and traded them for this one bottle of clear, brimming wine. Tipping the wine-belly again and again, our spirits ripened once more, like a mad horse that would throw off its yoke and bolt. Shaking the trees of the grove, I sang to my heart's content; as if pouring out rivers and lakes upside down, you plied your brush. Washing out resentment with song, the rough voice runs long; pouring out anger with the brush, the fierce force stands out. Which of these is wisdom and which is folly? Which of them is gaining and which is losing? The one who gains is not necessarily wise: roe-deer heads and rat eyes are born into noble places. The one who loses is not necessarily a fool: fine purpose and beautiful conduct lodge behind a wattle gate of mugwort. The straitened state of our sort is not worth speaking of, but even a hero like you cannot be sure of winning office. Before the numinous dragon rises, the runaway dragon ascends, and the crooked Way rides the times while the straight Way is driven out. Discussing a whole life with you, after drink I bring up all the bowels that were stifled in ordinary days. Stroking my sword I rise and dance, then sit and drink again, a cup, and a cup, and then just one more cup.