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Matching the Rhymes of the Poem Academician Pak Sent in Reply次韻朴學士見和

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 · 110 Chinese characters · reading time 1.2 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Latter Collection, Book 9 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.

君家邀舊伴。共賞名花綻。嗟我亦情鍾。緣病失同翫。老境期逍遙。胡奈逢此患。亦自怨東君。不先明我眼。虛遣好花開。夸張紅錦煥。因戀少年時。巖下電爛爛。目病手不病。一篇聊弄管。煩公枉來章。使我鬱情斷。意厚語還眞。三復又三歎。但見南遊辭。而我得不赧。退相無由達。令君此宂散。

At your house you met your old companions And enjoyed together the opening of the famous flowers Ah, my own feeling was drawn that way too But sickness made me miss the enjoying of it with you In old age I had hoped to roam at my ease How is it that I have met with this ailment And I blame the god of spring himself For not first making my eyes bright He has let the good flowers open for nothing And boasts of the brightness of red brocade Because of this I long for the days of my youth When even under the rocks my eyes flashed like lightning My eyes are sick but my hand is not And I make a single poem, playing with the brush You troubled yourself to send me your lines And cut short the feeling that stifled me The sense is thick and the words are true Three times over I read it, and three times again I marveled Only, seeing the words about going south How should my face not go red A minister in retirement has no way to pass a word along And so I have left you thus without an office

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父久失官

Academician Pak's father had long been out of office.

巖下電爛爛 — Some read it as a scene from his youth, when he read his books in the mountains. Since the whole piece is about his eye ailment, it has been taken as the flash of his eyes in his young days. — Translator