廣弘明集 24.45

24.45

聞諸行李。高談徽德。逖聽風聲心飛魂竦。無異蘄仙之望石髓。太陰之思龍燭。倉星昏昊涼雲送秋。道勝則肥固應頤攝。衣裳虹蜺帷幕霄露。餌黃菊之落蘂。酌清㵎之毖流。旦候歸雁。晨鳧暮聽。羈雌獨鵠。神彯彯爾。蓋象蕭史之騎鳴鳳。列子之御長風。雖荊卿傍若無人。孝然堅臥氷雪。沈沈隱隱何以尚之哉。至於馳騖經囿翱翔書圃。極龍宮之妙典。殫石室之鴻記。道生伏其天真。曼倩謝其辨物。若乃習是。童子厝志雕蟲。藻思內流英華外發。葳蕤秋竹照曜春松。爵頌息明珠之譽。長門濫黃金之賞。盛矣美矣。煥其麗乎。昔旅浙河嘗觀組繢。不覺紙爇筆焚魂魄斯盡。自茲厥後兩絕珪璧。意睠睠於菁華。腸迴迴於九折。夫日御停照不踰隙穴。海若濆涌莫限隈嵎。以玉抵鵲幸傳餘寶。冀閱清徽用瘳眩疾。然越民非鬻冠之所。齊國豈奏韶之地。望與其進無貽責焉。

I have heard from travelers of your lofty discourse and illustrious virtue; hearing your reputation from afar, my heart takes flight and my soul is stirred, no different from an immortal-seeker gazing at stone marrow, or the Taiyin realm longing for the dragon's torch. The Cang star shines in the autumn evening, and cool clouds usher in the fall; since your virtue in the Way triumphs, you are naturally plump and should surely nourish yourself. Your robes are made of rainbows, your curtains of high clouds and dew; you feed on the fallen petals of yellow chrysanthemums and drink the trickling streams of clear ravines. In the morning you watch the returning geese and dawn ducks; in the evening you listen to the solitary female and lonely crane, your spirit soaring free, like Xiao Shi riding the singing phoenix, or Liezi steering the long wind. Even if Jing Qing acted as though no one were around, and Xiaoran lay steadfast amid ice and snow, secluded and tranquil, how could they surpass you? As for galloping through the groves of classics and soaring in the gardens of books, you exhaust the wondrous scriptures of the Dragon Palace and deplete the grand records of the Stone Chambers. Daosheng bowed before your natural genius, and Dongfang Shuo yielded to your discernment of things. As for practicing this since childhood, setting your mind on carved-insect rhetoric, your ornate thoughts flow within and your brilliance shines without, luxuriant as autumn bamboo, radiant as spring pine. Songs of nobility cease their praise of luminous pearls, and Changmen Palace over-rewards with gold. How grand! How beautiful! How radiant its splendor! Formerly, traveling by the Zhe River, I once observed your embroidered compositions; before I knew it, paper was scorched and brushes were burned, my spirit utterly exhausted. From then on, I ceased valuing jade and bi-disks, my mind fondly lingering on your excellence, my intestines churning in ninefold bends. Now, the sun's chariot pauses its illumination without bypassing crevices; the Sea God's surges swell without being restricted by bays and corners. Throwing jade to hit magpies, may you share your remaining treasures; I hope to inspect your pure eminence to cure my dizzying illness. Yet the people of Yue are not those to whom caps are sold; how could the state of Qi be a place to perform the Shao music? I hope you will encourage my progress and not visit reproaches upon me.