Roaming at Myeongwolsa with My Fellow Officials與寮友諸君。遊明月寺。
荒榛撥難開。石徑少平曠。下馬行且顚。折我三尺杖。幽鼯不慣人。拱立形惘惘。飢虎爾莫嘷。忠信吾是仗。木末得招提。架屋依巖嶂。何人命其名。明月以標榜。欲將月澄心。豈爲月可望。丈室高於樓。逈壓蒼海廣。舊聞天難昇。忽已在天上。水色遠逾白。霜練鋪一樣。陰雲與霽霞。頃刻千萬狀。大舶點波心。麽若輕𩿨漾。寄語漁舟子。着意好搖槳。將爾閑遊形。入我詩比况。嗟予醉簿書。久矣負淸賞。到郡侵二年。尙未此閑訪。今朝駕言來。大副夙心想。請君更留連。此是天所餉。
Even cutting through the rough thickets, it is hard to open a way, and on the stony path there is little that is level and clear. I got down from the horse and walked, and took a fall, and my three-foot staff was broken. The hidden flying squirrel is not used to men and stands as if its arms were folded, with a blank look on it. Starving tiger, do not roar at me — I lean upon loyalty and good faith (忠信). At the top of the trees we came upon a temple, its buildings framed and leaning against a rocky peak. Who was it that gave it its name? They took Bright Moon (明月) for their signboard. It is that they would clear the heart by the moon, not that there is any looking at the moon from here. The abbot's room is higher than the tower and presses far down on the breadth of the blue sea. From of old I had heard that the sky is hard to climb, and suddenly I am above the sky already. The color of the water, the farther off, the whiter, all of one shape, like white silk spread out, like frost. Shadowed clouds and clearing sunset glow in an instant take ten million shapes. A great ship sets a dot in the middle of the waves, small as a light gull rocking there. I say to the fisherman in his boat: mind yourself and pull your oar well. That figure of yours, roaming at leisure, I shall put into the compass of my poem. Ah, I have been drunk on documents and have long betrayed all clear enjoyment. In going on two years since I came to this district I have not yet come seeking at leisure like this. This morning I drove my cart out here, and it answers greatly to the thought I have long had in mind. I beg you, let us stay a while longer — this is something Heaven has sent us.