Replying Again to Duke Seo復答徐公
眼淸不受紅粉眩。一夜巫山雲雨卷。忽然挨放老傅狂。戱染香牋題眄眄。心知所見猶槐蟻。却憶于棼樹下醉。折齒堪誇幼與嘯。畫眉肯學京兆媚。更待淸秋山聳玉。樽罍漸省飛蚊撲。置酒重呼一捻紅。與君共賞雙垂綠。詞人餘興豈無寓。桃葉柳枝傳自古。鏡中雖愧秋霜飄。枕上還期暮雨汙。好遣能言泰吉了。細傳約束資微笑。君今已就淸時縻。任却北山峯竦誚。空甁何必居井眉。倒載從他拍手兒。徑入沈香賦芍藥。看促檀板歌聲詩。梨園曳縠蟬翼薄。玻瓈杯深幾迴酌。嗟我浮休天地間。此身非主同誰酢。聊寄城東大隱裏。淸風一榻慵不起。朝罷時時肯訪無。爲君方剗庭莎翠。
His eyes are clear and not confounded by rouge and powder, and in a single night he swept away the clouds and rain of Wushan. All at once he put by the mad spirit of old Fu (傅) and in jest dyed fragrant paper and wrote down a sidelong glance. Though he knows that what the mind sees is only the ants on the locust tree, he thinks after all of Chunyu Fen (淳于棼) lying drunk beneath the tree. A broken tooth is fit to boast of, like Youyu's (幼輿) whistling, and why should the painting of eyebrows learn the fawning of the Prefect of the Capital (京兆尹)? I shall wait again for the clear autumn, when the hills rise like jade, and when the mosquitoes that swarm at the wine jar grow fewer, then, setting out wine, I shall call once more for a cluster of red, and with you admire the green hair hanging in two long coils. How should a poet's leftover gaiety have nowhere to lodge? 「Peach Leaf (桃葉)」 and 「Willow Branch (柳枝)」 have come down from of old. I am ashamed of the autumn frost that flies about in the mirror, yet upon my pillow I still make a tryst with the evening rain. I send the well-spoken Taegil (泰吉) to carry the promise in full and make of it a light thing to laugh at. You are now already bound to a clear age, so leave the North Mountain's peak to rear up and reproach you. Why must the empty bottle stand at the well's edge? Being carried home upside down I leave to the clapping children. Straight into the Aloeswood Pavilion we shall go and sing of the peonies, and urging on the birchwood clappers we shall see the poem of the singing voice. In the Pear Garden (梨園) the trailing silk is thin as a cicada's wing, and the glass cup is deep — how many times has it been filled? Ah, I am a body that floats and rests between heaven and earth, and this body is not its own master — with whom shall I make repayment? For what it is worth I lodge in the great seclusion east of the wall, and on a single stool in the clear wind I am too idle to rise. When court is over, will you look in on me now and then? For your sake I am just now trimming the green sedge in the yard.