Matching the rhymes of Academician Yi, who answered the earlier piece次韻李學士見和前篇
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 · 2 passages · 112 Chinese characters · reading time 1.2 min
Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Latter Collection, Book 2 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.
Hard for this body to resolve of itself and withdraw, I stayed on a while
And who was it that held you back, saying let us lead the court together
For two years I did not cease pleading earnestly
And only this morning did I win the ease of retiring to rest
I pour the green wine freely and pass the days at leisure
Too lazy to decoct the golden elixir (金丹), I take no pains to learn immortality
If we live out the span heaven allows within the almanac
Each of us has a little over forty years left
Interlinear notes 2
百全
Baekjeon (百全)
來詩云。蒙公分曆見新年。予以曆中一百二十年計之。兩人餘年。或四十九年或四十八年也。
In the poem he sent he said, "Thanks to the almanac you shared out, I see the new year." Reckoning by the hundred and twenty years in the almanac, the years left to the two of us are forty-nine for one and forty-eight for the other.
I loosen the seal at my waist myself and pull the pin from my hair
And wherever I come there is nothing that is not free roaming
The horse, hating the ornamented saddle, counts it sweet to withdraw and lie down
The fish, shunning the fragrant bait, delights in swimming deep
I would call for a singing woman like Fan Su (樊素)
And seek again a poet-monk like Guanxiu (貫休)
Where would be good to take wine and go looking for spring
By the green willow embankment, at the mouth of the apricot garden
Interlinear notes 1
公詩云。好蒭家釀趁春遊。
In his poem he said, "Let us strain the home-brewed wine well and go after the spring outing."