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Gwandongbyeolgok
For my morbidlove of nature
I had retired among bamboo groves.
Then his Majesty appointed me as governor
of Gwandong, covering a distance of eight-hundred ri.
Oh, how deeper the royal grace grows!
I passed through Yeonchumun,
the west gate of Gyeongbok Palace.
Facing the South Gate of Gyeonghoi Pavilion,
I bade farewell to my lord,
only to find a man with a jade tally for my office.
Changing horses at Pyeonggu, riding along Heuksu,
I arrived at Weonju:
There stands Mount Chiak,
and the Seom River may flow near.
30~31p
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When an old man holds your wrist,
lend him your hands.
When he wants to go out,
follow him with a staff.
When the feast he attends at is over,
accompany him to his home.
130~131p
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Oh, felled, felled is the tall pine tree!
Had it been left to grow a little longer,
it could have been made into the main prop.
Oh, what could support the Royal Hall if it declines?
170~171p
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To Appease His Gloomy Mind
Chilly raindrops are tapping on bamboo leaves.
The exile is recalling the good old days.
Because of the great gloom in his mind,
The exile plays Geomungo* alone at midnight.
*A kind of traditional Korean stringed instruments.
272~273p |