Replying Again復答
前三篇。皆言花柳之事。頗近浮靡。今於此篇。悉皆削去。亦變風反正之義也。
The three pieces before this all spoke of flowers and willows, and came rather near to being giddy and extravagant. In this piece I have taken all of that away, which is likewise the intent of turning an altered air (風) back to what is right.
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幷序
A preface is included.
巧人弄幻使人眩。丹靑傅會須臾卷。造物生人亦戱耳。俯仰去來空瞪眄。仰觀三皇如蝨蟻。况肯螟蛉議醒醉。我寧與世著津迷。義不從人甘竈媚。靑蠅一箇忽點玉。心火炎炎難可撲。小䆫盡日雨聲寒。幽徑無人苔暈綠。子昂作詩皆感寓。士衡托物多效古。鍾山明月歸去來。山英莫惜綠池汙。人間翻覆已了了。口自無言心自笑。書生强很天公憎。詩語孤高俗子誚。對君如識紫芝眉。君亦呼予楊小兒。吐箇虹蜺萬丈氣。贈之氷雪三條詩。莫導塩虀情味薄。天漿會把斗杓酌。仍草新詞頌大平。大平天子壽攸酢。餘波儻及泥蟠裏。呼吸風雷一飛起。相從橐筆接英遊。共賞未央宮柳翠。
A man of skill works his conjuring and bewilders people, sticking things on with paint and taking them off again in a moment. The Maker's begetting of men is likewise only a jest, and bowing and looking up, going and coming, we open our eyes wide for nothing. Looking up even at the Three Sovereigns, they are like lice and ants; how much more should the mason wasp debate being sober or drunk? I would sooner drift and cling at the ford along with the world than count it sweet to follow others for duty's sake and flatter at the stove. A single blowfly all at once sets a spot upon the jade, and the heart's fire blazes up and is hard to put out. At the small window the sound of rain is cold the whole day, and on the secluded path there is no one, and the mosses are green in clusters. Ziang's (子昂) making of poems was all a lodging of what he felt, and Shiheng's (士衡) lodging himself in things often took the ancients for a model. O bright moon of Zhongshan (鍾山), I shall go back. O spirit of the mountain, do not grudge the fouling of the green pool. I have already seen clear through the overturnings of men, and my mouth is of itself silent, and my heart of itself laughs. The student of books is stiff and fierce, and Heaven hates him; the words of his poems are lonely and lofty, and the vulgar blame him. Facing you is like embracing the brows of Zizhi (紫芝), and you too call me the little child of the Yang family. You spit out a breath ten thousand fathoms long, like a rainbow, and give me three strands of poems like ice and snow. Do not say that, being salt and pickled greens, the feeling and the savor are thin. The sap of heaven ought to be ladled with the Dipper's handle. Then I shall draft a new piece and sing the great peace, and repay it with the long life (壽) of a Son of Heaven at peace. If the leftover wave should reach even to where I lie coiled in the mud, I would breathe the wind and thunder in and out and rise once into the air. Following each other, bearing our brushes, we shall carry on that splendid outing, and together admire the green of the willows at the Weiyang Palace.
Interlinear notes 2
子於全州。爲同寮所諳故云。
I was well known to my colleagues in Jeonju; hence these words.
來詩有塩虀之語。
In the poem he sent there were the words 'salt and pickled greens.'