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Kim Namsu the Seondal Having Answered in Kind, I Let My Brush Run and Respectfully Reply金先達南秀見和。走筆奉答。

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 · 1 passages · 224 Chinese characters · reading time 2.2 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.

人間眞妄朱紫眩。正始風流掃地卷。先生韻格苦淸澄。眸子瞭然迴逸眄。紙上何勞窺黑蟻。心中已負六經醉。平生鐵膓似廣平。解吐梅花詞婉媚。憶君年少面如玉。酣宴杏園紅雪撲。當時得意馬蹄驕。踏遍長安芳草綠。奈何京輦猶羈寓。浪作孟生心貌古。多才行迫簪纓縻。無事何嫌詩酒汙。夢中得喪我粗了。兩竅瓮頭還自笑。身是乾坤一散仙。忘形放意從譏誚。投著無心却月眉。到頭羞見凝酥兒。飮中題作特戱耳。君從何處見我詩。不憎吾輩多輕薄。欲展盤筵呼我酌。爲言百歲如風狂。兩家有酒交相酢。我時偃臥茅齋裏。聞君此語整冠起。欲携芳酒訪君歸。速喚歌兒裝首翠。

The true and the false among men are confused like crimson and purple, and the elegance of Jeongsi (正始) has been swept from the ground and gathered away. The Master's air and bearing are exceedingly clear and clean, his pupils distinct, turning upon us a surpassing glance. Why should he toil to peer at black ants upon the paper? Within his heart he has already carried the Six Classics and taken his fill. All his life his iron bowels have been like Guangping's (廣平), and he knows how to spit out lovely writing in praise of the plum blossom. I remember when you were young and your face was like jade, and at the feast in the Apricot Garden the red snow came over you. Then, having your will, your horse's hooves grew proud, and trod all over the green and flowering grass of Chang'an. But what is to be done? You lodge still as a stranger in the capital, and vainly, like Meng Sheng (孟生), your heart and your look are of the old time. Your gifts are many and you are about to be bound to office, and having nothing to do, why mind the soiling of poems and wine? The gaining and the losing inside the dream I have roughly done with, and at the head of the two-holed jar I laugh at myself instead. My body is one scattered immortal of heaven and earth, forgetting its form and loosing its will, and leaving the mockery to come. Carelessly I cast off and send away the new-moon brows, and in the end I am ashamed to look at a girl like curdled milk. What I made in the midst of wine was only a jest, so where was it that you saw my poem? You do not hate our sort for having much levity, but spread out a mat and call me and would pour for me. You say that a hundred years are like a mad wind, and that if there is wine in both our houses we should repay each other. I was lying at that time inside my thatched house, and hearing these words of yours I straightened my cap and rose. I mean to take up fragrant wine and go to seek you out, so call the singing girl quickly and have her dress her hair with kingfisher green.

Interlinear notes 1

君以鄕貢登科。

You passed the examination as a provincial candidate (鄕貢).