Grand Erudite Choe Jongnyeon Had Answered Academy Registrar Seo in Kind, and Seo Passed It On and Showed It to Me; Since the Poem Held an Intent That Touched on Me, Which I Could Not Slight, I Matched the Rhymes Again and Gave This to Choe崔大博宗連和贈徐學錄。徐君傳示於予。詩中有及意。不可孤負。復次韻贈崔君。
魯郊祗恐奏韶眩。蘧瑗何思有道卷。本出氷鄕難自溫。久藏白地知誰眄。此身泛泛一蘆蟻。不飮胡爲昏似醉。無用端能學櫟全。潛光不復期川媚。嗚咽十年空泣玉。忽驚蓬髮飛霜撲。羨君氣壯色敷腴。得意淸時鬢更綠。珠璣落處目一寓。句法淸新字體古。緘封正合錦囊收。愛惜勿敎寒具汙。人事無窮何日了。且須會面聞輭笑。嗟予行止與人殊。坦率多爲曲士誚。懶粧半額學廣眉。浪把畫餠饞飢兒。唯子能容阮籍放。逢人每說項斯詩。世人交分秋水薄。君如春江若爲酌。相逢痛飮任狂顚。何必子張鋪几酢。囑君好去靑雲裏。鵬翼高搏九萬起。莫忘乞我買山錢。占斷匡廬片麓翠。
In the fields of Lu I fear only that playing the Shao music (韶樂) will bring disorder, and why did Qu Yuan (蘧瑗) think of furling himself when the Way was there? Born of an icy country, I can hardly grow warm of myself, and long hidden in a white land, who would know to turn and look? This body is a single ant upon a floating reed, and though I have not drunk, why am I dazed as if drunk? Uselessness is truly worth learning from the wholeness of the oak, and hiding my light I no longer look to make the stream lovely. Choking, for ten years I wept in vain, holding my jade, and now with a start I find flying frost has covered my tangled hair. I envy you: your spirit is stout and your face has a sheen, and having your will in a clear age, your temple-locks are the greener. I set my eyes once upon where the pearls had fallen: the turn of the lines is clear and new, and the letters of an antique form. It ought to be sealed up and kept in a bag of silk; treasure it, and do not soil it with cold cakes (寒具). Human affairs have no end — on what day will they be finished? First of all I must face you and draw out a gentle laugh. Ah, my going and my staying are not like other men's, and my want of restraint often draws the blame of crooked scholars. Too idle, I dress only half my forehead and copy the broad brows, and vainly set a hungry child longing for a painted rice-cake. Only you put up with the license of Ruan Ji, and whenever you meet anyone you always speak of Xiang Si's (項斯) poems. The friendships of the world are thin as autumn water, but you are like a river in spring — how could I match you? Meeting, we drink deep and let our madness have its way, so why must I repay you by spreading an armrest like Zizhang (子張)? I charge you: go well into the blue clouds. The Peng bird's wings beat high and rise ninety thousand li. Do not forget to lend me the money to buy a mountain: I mean to take one patch of green slope at Kuanglu (匡廬).