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Matching the Rhymes of Vice Minister Yi Su's Further Reply to My Poem of a Stifled Heart — Another Poem次韻李侍郞需復和鬱懷詩 又

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 · 76 Chinese characters · reading time 0.7 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Latter Collection, Book 10 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.

宅心是寥泬。如何奈紆鬱。赫顯矜富貴。是皆物所物。白髮衰耄翁。悒悒悒悒如鳥籠囚逃欲逸。赤錦披華詞。瞙眼開朗月。碧酒香盈杯。訪來當欲橫縱倒瀉中淹之情實。淫癖唯其詩痼疾。知誰有折屈。

The place where my mind is set is empty and clear What then can be done with this winding stifle To show oneself brightly and boast of wealth and rank Is all to be made the servant of things This old man, white-haired, failing and aged Is stifled and stifled, like a bird shut in a cage that would break away You spread out your splendid writing, like red brocade And a bright moon opens in my clouded eyes The scent of green wine fills the cup Come and call on me, and I shall surely pour it out crosswise and lengthwise and tip up the true feeling sunk within The habit I carry too far is only this chronic ill called poetry Who is there that could break it and bend it

Interlinear notes 1

君於此篇。以廻文和之。

You replied to this piece with a palindrome poem.