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Replying Again to Grand Erudite Choe復答崔大博

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 · 1 passages · 224 Chinese characters · reading time 2.4 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 12 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.

遺形方慹君胡眩。有舌不談吾欲卷。爲唱陶潛歸去來。怡顔正好庭柯眄。衣雖如華食如蟻。何似李杜死飽醉。先生聞此卽折鋒。欲敎麋鹿還馳媚。一言佩服重於玉。已喜室蘭餘臭撲。况是豪篇洗我酸。盈囊溢篋皆結綠。唱酬眞似方矢寓。肝膽堪爲一劒古。魚目換珠雖足誇。鹿皮薦璧祗自汙。一生便足把蠏了。千金且買掦蛾笑。與君好作忘懷遊。任聽羣蜩相詆誚。窮常俛頸達亢眉。得失亦等乾沒兒。吾儕屬意安用此。且屛萬事深論詩。天公餉君亦豈薄。富貴付爾令自酌。餘膏殘瀝欲及我。此意良深何以酢。梁公興逸詩酒裏。徐老神淸惰者起。凉秋何處會三仙。楓正染紅蘭被翠。

Having forgotten my form I am just now grown firm — why are you confused? Though I have a tongue I do not speak, and mean to furl myself away. I sing Tao Qian's 「Coming Home」, my face unclouds, and it is just the time to look back at the branches in the yard. Though the clothes be splendid, the eating is an ant's; how can it match Li Bai and Du Fu, drunk and full to the death? The Master, hearing these words, at once blunted his edge, and would have the elk and the deer come running back to fawn. To carve and keep a single word of it is weightier than jade, and I am glad the orchid room's lingering scent has already come over me. How much more that your heroic writing washes away my sourness and gloom, filling the bag and brimming the box, and all of it Jielü (結綠) jade. Our giving and taking is truly like arrows sent point against point, and our livers and gallbladders might make a single ancient sword. To exchange a fish's eye for a pearl is indeed worth boasting of, but to rest a jade upon deerskin only soils it. A whole life is well enough spent with a crab's leg in hand, and with a thousand in gold I would buy besides a brow-lifting laugh. It is good to make with you an outing that forgets all care, and the crowd of cicadas slandering each other I leave to be heard as it will. In straits they always bow the neck, and in favor they raise the brows: their gain and loss is all one with a child grabbing his share. Why should our sort use such things to lodge our purpose in? First let us put every affair aside and talk of poetry deeply. And how should Heaven's dealing with you be thin? It has committed wealth and rank to you and let them follow of themselves. The leftover oil and drippings are about to reach even me; this intent is truly deep — with what shall I repay it? Duke Yang's gaiety stands out in the midst of poems and wine, and old Seo's spirit is clear and rouses the indolent. Where in the cool of autumn shall the three immortals gather? The maples are just now dyed red, and the orchids have put on green.

Interlinear notes 1

君同寮梁公老。亦欲和此詩。故云。

Your colleague Yang Gongno also meant to answer this poem in kind; hence these words.