鐔津文集 13.41

13.41

陸蟾藤州鐔津人也。以能詩名於楚越間。其瀑布詠則曰。靈源人莫測。千尺挂雲端。嶽色染不得。神功裁亦難。夏噴狷鳥凝。秋濺斗牛寒。待到滄溟日。為濤更好看。此詩人尤稱之。客死於攸縣之司空山。予少時游衡山。會隱者高閬謂予曰。昔陸先生。子之邑人也。方國初時。廖氏家以詩盛。而四方詩人慕廖氏者來衡山頗眾。獨先生陸某詩多警句。雖慕廖融亦相推高。然生不止能詩而已矣。頗知王霸大略。亦俟有所遭遇。故其言詩見志。如前詩後句云。待到滄溟日。為濤更好看。而常幅巾布衣好秉高節。所至閉戶自處。不肯與常人交接。余聞其風且嘆之曰。陸生邑人也。能以詩高出流輩。是亦賢矣。而負道守節。不為阿世苟合。而欲自有所遭遇。雖孔孟尚不得其志而生也。不亦難乎。然天下如陸生從死於丘壑者何限。

Lu Chan was a man of Tanjin in Tengzhou. He was renowned for his skill in poetry between Chu and Yue. His poem on a waterfall said: / 'The numinous source none can fathom, / A thousand feet hanging at the clouds' edge. / The mountain's colour cannot dye it, / Divine craftsmanship finds it hard to tailor. / In summer, spraying, the cautious bird freezes; / In autumn, splashing, the Dipper and Ox grow cold. / Awaiting the day it reaches the vast ocean, / To become billows will be even finer to behold.' / Poets especially praised this. He died as a traveler at Mount Sikong in You County. In my youth I traveled to Mount Heng, where I met the recluse Gao Lang, who said to me: 'Formerly Master Lu was your fellow townsman. At the beginning of the dynasty, the Liao family flourished through poetry, and poets from the four quarters who admired the Liaos came to Mount Heng in great numbers. Master Lu alone had many startling lines in his poetry; though he admired Liao Rong, they also esteemed each other highly. Yet this scholar was not merely skilled in poetry; he possessed considerable understanding of the grand strategies of kings and hegemons, and was also awaiting an opportunity to meet with recognition. Thus his expression of poetry revealed his intent, as in the latter lines of the earlier poem: "Awaiting the day it reaches the vast ocean, / To become billows will be even finer to behold." Yet he constantly wore a plain cloth cap and cotton clothes, fond of maintaining high integrity; wherever he arrived, he closed his doors and kept to himself, refusing to associate with ordinary men.' Having heard of his character, I sighed and said: 'Scholar Lu was my fellow townsman. Being able to surpass his peers in poetry, he was indeed worthy; yet cherishing the Way and guarding his integrity, he would not flatter the world or compromise illicitly, wishing instead to meet with recognition on his own. When even Confucius and Mencius still could not attain their ambitions, was it not all the more difficult for this scholar? Yet how limitless are those throughout the realm who, like Scholar Lu, follow death in the hills and ravines!'