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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 · 84 Chinese characters · reading time 0.9 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Latter Collection, Book 5 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.

巷隘高軒詎足容。入庭况復草蒙籠。衣冠宛對南山綺。樽酒慙非北海融。憶昔相知方弱冠。如今俱老已衰翁。共耽閑室觀虛白。久謝香塵踏軟紅。每覩風流傾座上。卽無鄙吝滯胷中。有時或未親瞻面。墨竹懸西又釘東。

The lane is narrow — how should it take in a tall carriage? and besides, come into the yard and the grass grows thick and covers it In clothes and cap it is as if I faced Qi Liji (綺里季) of the Southern Mountain but my wine jar is, to my shame, no Kong Rong (孔融) of the Northern Sea I think how, when we first knew each other, we were barely twenty and now we have grown old together and are worn old men already Together we delight to watch the bright air that rises of itself in an idle room and have long given up treading the red streets where fragrant dust stirs Each time we meet, high spirits tip over the mats and at once there is nothing foul or stingy caught in the heart At times when I cannot see your face in person I hang the ink-painted bamboo on the west wall and nail it up on the east as well