Jeon Sun (珣), Censor (端公), Answered, So I Used the Former Rhymes Again and Replied田端公珣見和。復用前韻答之。
吾聞晉之時。有事於河先惡池。庾公欲宴佳賓客。首呼下客飮以千金巵。飮來惶駭莫肆體。數日縮藏茅屋底。胸中不慣氷玉杯中酒。相攻未可須臾貯。不吐恐遭腹潰拆。吐向詩中偶肖水精色。端公續唱又益勝水精。字字當用靑瑤刻。問君安識酒場戲。說却醉中之味眞妙矣。尙有最佳處。嫌君不飮未肯剖深理。君不見無氈可坐坐於沙。不然亦可藉以莎。杯無金玉尙可瓦盞傾。但恐無酒奈愁何。庾君之杯不必惜。凡物於人隨所適。我有瓷杯眞可笑。比雪未白比水亦未碧。意欲邀君試此吾家蓄。他人可瀆君難瀆。若也乘閑肯相顧。一杯淺酌聊相屬。君看今日禿頭翁。無奈當年摠角童。人生百歲如風燈。安得長與金石同。莫言瓷杯易破不可保。趁我身存猶可倒。此杯未老人先老。
I have heard that in the time of Jin (晉), when there was to be a sacrifice to the river, they first sacrificed to Akji (惡池). Lord Yu, meaning to feast a fine guest, first called the lesser guests and had them drink from the thousand-gold cup. When I had drunk I was afraid and startled and could not stretch myself out, and for several days I huddled and hid beneath my thatched roof. My breast was not used to ice and to wine from a jade cup, and they struck against each other so that I could not hold it even a moment. If I did not vomit I feared my belly would burst, so I spat it out into a poem, which happened to resemble the color of crystal. What the Censor sang in reply is better still than crystal: every character of it ought rightly to be cut in green jade. I ask you: how do you know the sport of the drinking seat? What you say of the savor within drunkenness is truly subtle. Still, the very best place of it remains: since you do not drink, I would rather not split open the deep principle and show it. Have you not seen? If there is no rug to spread, one sits on the sand, and failing that, one may spread sedge. Though the cup be neither gold nor jade, one can tip an earthenware cup: only to have no wine is to be feared — what then of sorrow? There is no need to grudge Lord Yu's cup: in general, things have what suits them according to the man. I have a porcelain cup, which is truly laughable: set beside snow it is not white, and set beside water it is not green. I should like to invite you and try this thing of my house: others may defile it, but you would find it hard to defile. If you would look in on me when you have an idle hour, I would pour one shallow cup and we would press each other to drink. See, you, that the bald old man of today cannot help having been the boy with his hair in tufts in that year. A man's hundred years are like a lamp before the wind: how can they be lastingly like iron and stone? Do not say that a porcelain cup breaks easily and cannot be preserved: while this body of mine is here, it can still be tipped up. Before this cup grows old, the man grows old first.
Interlinear notes 2
失二句。
Two lines are missing.
此詩李宗胄見和。復作二首答之。後失。
This poem was answered by Yi Jongju (李宗胄), and I made two more poems in reply, but they were lost afterward.