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Poem recording his virtue — the Fishing Pavilion七言紀德詩 釣魚亭
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 17 — Reports to the Throne A collection Choe Chiwon made by choosing out of the writings of his four years in the headquarters of Gao Pian, military commissioner of Huainan under the Tang, binding them into twenty volumes and presenting them to King Heongang of Silla in 886. It holds 366 pieces — memorials and reports sent up to the emperor, the proclamation denouncing Huang Chao, letters to the several military commissioners, orders and dispatches issued to those under him, Daoist and Buddhist texts for services, funeral offerings, records written for the outer wall of Chengdu and for a painting of Annam, and the reports and poems he sent up to Gao Pian. Here is the first report, which begins "I am a man of Silla," and the proclamation against Huang Chao with its line, "Not only do all the men of the world think to kill you openly; the ghosts under the earth have already discussed cutting you down in secret." The last volume holds the poems he made on the voyage home to the country he had left at twelve. It is the oldest collection by a Korean that survives, and when Hong Seokju and Seo Yugu printed it with movable type in 1834 they called it "the root and the beginning of the writing of our Eastern Country." Their two prefaces are translated with it.
1He has taken for himself the joy of poetry and wine of an immortal's house
錦筵花下飛鸚鵡。羅袖風前唱鷓鴣。占得仙家詩酒興。閒吟煙月憶蓬壺。
Over the brocade mat, beneath the flowers, the parrot cups fly. Before the wind, in silken sleeves, they sing the partridge song. He has taken for himself the joy of poetry and wine of an immortal's house, and idly chanting of mist and moon he thinks of Penglai.
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伏覩相公在鄆州詩云。酒滿金舡花滿枝。雙娥齊唱鷓鴣詞。又釣魚亭詩云。水急魚難釣。風吹柳易低。
I have humbly read the poem His Excellency wrote while he was in Yunzhou: "The wine fills the golden cup and the flowers fill the branches, and two beauties sing the partridge song together." And in the poem on the Fishing Pavilion he wrote: "The water is swift, and the fish are hard to catch. The wind blows, and the willows easily bend low."