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The Low Pine on the Rock石上矮松

Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) 桂苑筆耕集 · Choe Chiwon · 886 (Tang, 6th year of the Zhonghe era · Silla, 12th year of King Heongang) · 1 passages · 56 Chinese characters · reading time 0.2 min

Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 20 — Poems 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.

1As a roofbeam it is fit to enter the house of Yan Ying

不材終得老煙霞。澗底何如在海涯。日引暮陰齊島樹。風敲夜子落潮沙。自能盤石根長固。豈恨凌雲路尙賖。莫訝低顏無所愧。棟樑堪入晏嬰家。

Being no timber, it comes at last to grow old among mist and haze. How could the bottom of a ravine match being here at the sea's edge? The sun draws the evening shade level with the island trees. The wind knocks the night cones down onto the tidal sand. Of itself its root is long firm in the boulder; why should it resent that the road above the clouds is still far? Do not wonder that its low face has nothing to be ashamed of. As a roofbeam it is fit to enter the house of Yan Ying.