A poem by Han Ho (1543–1605), aka Han Seok-bong, tr. Richard Rutt, The Bamboo Grove: An Introduction to Sijo
(Berkeley: University of California Press, 1971), no. 162:
You need not spread that straw mat:
can I not sit on fallen leaves?
Nor light that pinewood torch:
the moon is up that sank last night.
Don't argue, boy, the wine may be sour,
and served with weeds, but pour it.
The same, tr. Graeme Wilson, "Modern Translations of Sijo," Korea Journal
10.1 (January 1970) 33:
Lad, don't bother to bring out mats,
These fallen leaves are fine.
Don't go messing about with torches:
The moon that lent its shine
All last night is scarcely likely
This night to decline.
But grudge me not a dish of mountain-
Greens and a wipe of wine.
This reminds me of Horace, Odes 1.38