The Next Day Master Yun Answered Again, so I Matched the Rhymes and Sent Him a Reply明日尹君復見和。次韻寄答。
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.
My thatched hall stands airily at the foot of Duseong (斗城),
and idly I take up the Nanhua Classic (南華經) and alone unfold its parables.
Who says that living in seclusion is like fleeing the world?
From time to time a lofty carriage does knock at my gate.
From the traces left of watching baduk, creases form in my clothes,
and by the strange merit of cutting down wine my words have grown less noisy.
Strange it is, how many affairs the master has —
of late his Seon talk is like waves turning over.
Boyang's (伯陽) immortal plum was a numinous root from the first,
and Guan Yin (關尹) came to meet him, and he poured out his words.
Our first ancestors long ago found their minds in accord,
and their distant descendants now rejoice to be of one gate again.
The infant's breath is kept hidden, and the three passes are firm;
the young wife's writing is lofty, and ten thousand mouths are loud with it.
Looking at your face, it is truly the mark of a noble man;
fittingly I shall sing of red peonies fluttering all over the stone steps.