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The Spring Flowing over the Rock石上流泉

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.

1Flowing into the blue sea, it is all one

琴曲雖誇妙手彈。遠輸雲底響珊珊。靜無纖垢侵金鏡。時有輕颸觸玉盤。嗚咽張良言未用。潺湲孫楚枕應寒。尋思堪惜淸泠色。流入滄溟便一般。

A zither tune may boast the playing of a skilled hand, but it loses by far to the tinkling sound beneath the clouds. It is so still that no fine speck touches the golden mirror. At times a light breeze brushes the jade dish. Its sobbing is like Zhang Liang, whose words had not yet been used. Its murmuring is like Sun Chu's pillow, which must be cold. Thinking it over, its clear cool color is worth regretting: once it flows into the blue sea, it is all one.