Matching the Rhymes of the Poems Vice Minister (侍郞) Yi Sent, Again in the Former Rhymes, Singing of the Three Colors Yellow, Red, and Green, All Set to Side Rhymes — Singing of the Red (次韻李侍郞又以前韻詠黃紅靑三色見寄。皆押旁韻。 詠紅)次韻李侍郞又以前韻詠黃紅靑三色見寄。皆押旁韻。 詠紅
螢炤夜披經。蠟明晨欝瓚。着袍君德形。湛秫官功滿。纔賞蓼花汀。旋歸楓樹岸。燃櫻艶不零。笑杏開初亂。炳著南宮星。煽成西邑漢。羅帷錦繡屛。霞液玻瓈盌。醉頰入難醒。慚腮生未晚。香袾戱內庭。步障連脩板。灰死豈終停。燎焚當者罕。燒丹竈孰銘。結綺閣宜翫。日翥渴鳥翎。火掀炎雀翰。研砂主點刑。衣赭人搜閈。彩蜃遠浮溟。矞雲飛繞觀。翹冠鳳德靈。戴幘雞文爛。蝕刃土流硎。餙毫紗映管。鳴熺鳥可聽。尾熱牛難慣。燒舌忌千甁。粧顔居列館。爲章必俟靑。爾勿獨誇煥。
By the firefly's light I open the classics at night, and lighting a candle I offer at dawn the cup of fragrant sacrificial wine. Wearing the crimson gown, the ruler's virtue is made manifest; steeping the red millet, the merit of the government office is full. Barely have I enjoyed the shoal where knotweed flowers bloom when at once I turn back to the maple-tree slope. Cherry blossoms as though set alight are lovely and do not fall, and smiling apricot flowers, newly opened, are all in a tangle. Brightly it has fastened itself to the stars of the southern sky, and its blaze fanned up the Han (漢) of the western district. Silk curtains and an embroidered screen, wine the color of sunset in a bowl of crystal (玻瓈). Drunken cheeks flush red and hardly come sober, and bashful cheeks take fire not a moment too late. In fragrant crimson clothes they play in the inner courtyard, and the screening curtains (步障) run on like long planks. Even ash whose fire is dead — how should it cease in the end? Few are they who can withstand a blazing fire. Who was it that inscribed the kitchen where elixirs are fired? The Pavilion of Woven Damask (結綺閣) is worth savoring. What flies in the sun is the plume of the red crow, and when the flames flicker, it is the wing of the red sparrow. Grinding cinnabar (朱砂), one marks the dots of punishment, and one searches the village for the man in the red convict's garb. The patterned mirage floats far out on the sea, and auspicious red clouds fly and wind about the Daoist cloister. The phoenix with its crest raised is numinous in virtue, and the cock that wears its comb has brilliant markings. On the worm-eaten blade the earth flows over the whetstone, and in the adorned brush-hair red silk shows through the tube. The cry of a bird calling at the firelight is worth hearing, and when its tail is hot the ox can hardly bear it. The tongue that burns is dreaded even by a thousand bottles of water, and the painted faces live in houses ranged in a row. To become a pattern it must surely wait upon the green, so do not boast, you, of shining alone.
Interlinear notes 7
此篇翻韻
In this piece the rhymes are reversed.
湛讀作漸車之漸。周禮冬官。鍾氏漸秫三月而熾之。湛。漬也。丹秫。紅粟也。熾。炊也。
湛 is read as the 漸 of 漸車. The Winter Offices of the Rites of Zhou (周禮) says, "The Jong clan (鍾氏) steeps the glutinous millet for three months and then steams it." 湛 means to steep. Red glutinous millet is red millet. 熾 means to steam.
風流陣事。
This refers to the matter of the "Array of Wind and Flow" (風流陣).
石崇錦步障事。
This is the story of Shi Chong's (石崇) silk screening curtains (步障).
元傑湞陽東嶺洞谷銘云。燒丹竈兮坐山腹。
Yuan Jie's (元傑) "Inscription for the Valleys of the Eastern Ridge at Zhenyang" (湞陽東嶺洞谷銘) says, "O kitchen where elixirs are fired, you sit at the mountain's waist."
大玄云。赤舌燒城。吐水千甁。
The Great Mystery (太玄) says, "The red tongue burns the city wall, so a thousand bottles of water are poured out."
命家。有靑赤爲文。
Among the masters of fate (命家) there is a saying that the green and the red are made into a pattern.