Master Jin Answered Again, so Once More I Matched the Rhymes and Gave It to Him陳君復和。又次韻贈之。
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 · 2 passages · 112 Chinese characters · reading time 1.1 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.
Withdrawing from the audience, now and then you love to seek out monks,
and meeting an idle guest you share both baduk and the lamp.
Seeking the mountains, your rain-soaked cap droops its horns low;
going to the palace, the wind sets your hat-strings firmly in tiers.
Drinking the green wine of the Xiang, above the cup is jade;
chanting on Shu paper, the head of the desk is ice.
If they rose from Jiuyuan (九原) and were measured against you,
which would be the better, Li Bai and Du Fu, or yourself?
Forgetting sorrow and joy, you are like a monk settled in meditation,
and you let the golden millet lay out its lamps as cunningly as it will.
Jade branches cover the ground, more than a thousand fathoms;
the jade hill reaches up to heaven, barely ten thousand tiers.
The practice that makes sleep sweet is rain in a deep alley;
the word that the night is cold is the ice in a single bottle.
Why do you ask whether Bu Shang (卜商) has grown fat or thin?
I have learned already that the gaudy and glittering cannot win the fight.
Interlinear notes 1
皆黃庭養生事。
All of these are matters of nurturing life from the Scripture of the Yellow Court (黃庭經).