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Encomium poems for the Tripitaka assembly and the Disaster-Dispelling Rite — written at the king's command. The Disaster-Dispelling Rite, in the same form as above大藏經及消災道場音讚詩。應制。 消災道場同前詩

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) 東國李相國集 · Yi Gyubo · Compiled 1241 (Goryeo, 28th year of King Gojong); revised and enlarged 1251 · 5 passages · 280 Chinese characters · reading time 3 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 18 The collected writings of Yi Gyubo of Goryeo, gathered and cut in woodblock by his son Yi Ham in 1241 and revised and enlarged by his grandson Yi Ikbae in 1251. It holds poems and rhapsodies, memorials and reports sent up to the king, records written for temples and pagodas, stele and tomb inscriptions, letters and prefaces, and the state letters that passed to and from the Mongols during the invasions. The Lay of King Dongmyeong, which sings the founder of Goguryeo, stands in volume 3 of the first collection, and the daily life of a man who called himself the White Cloud Layman — with his wine, his zither and his verse — fills the later collection. The book closes with the last poem he wrote as his eyes failed and he laid down the brush, and with the dirge and tomb inscription others made for him after his death.

1First poem

乾象頻愆帝慮兢。香泥塗地演眞乘。神通杵下靈風襲。敎令輪中怒電騰。若借光明尋放焰。有何災沴不消氷。六天鑒照無羅隔。四海悎安似鏡澄。

The signs in the heavens go awry again and again, and the king's thoughts are wary So he smears incense clay on the ground and spreads out the true teaching Under the miraculous staff a numinous wind comes sweeping And within the wheel of the teaching's command (敎令) an angry lightning climbs If we may but borrow the radiance and let the flames go What disaster will not melt away like ice The six heavens look down and there is no net to hide anything And the four seas are at peace, clear as a mirror

2Second poem

虜吻流涎已足懲。乾文見謫又何徵。天心似水雖難測。佛力如山信可憑。神呪光明增熾盛。胡兵氣勢旋摧崩。太平自古先多難。感變吾君道復興。

That the spittle runs from the barbarians' mouths were already cause to chastise them And now a reproach shows in the patterns of the sky — what portent is this besides The mind of Heaven is like water and hard to fathom But the Buddha's power is like a mountain and may truly be leaned on The radiance of the numinous spells grows ever more ablaze And the force of the barbarian troops will presently break and crumble Great peace from of old has had many hardships before it And being moved by these upheavals, the king's way will rise again

3Third poem

謫見珠躔喻象頻。憂形玉色礪精新。梵筵未放拈香手。御眼親瞻遶火身。鐵捧金拳揮似電。氈裘鐻耳碎爲塵。楡關按堵連千里。松麓深根跨萬春。

A reproach shows among the pearl-like constellations and warns of portents often So care shows in his jade countenance and he collects his spirit anew At the assembly he does not let go the hand that holds the incense And with royal eyes he looks up in person at the body wreathed in fire The iron staff and the golden fist are swung like lightning And the fur-clad, earringed hordes will be smashed into dust Yuguan (楡關) is at peace and stretches on a thousand li And on the pine slopes the roots go deep and will span ten thousand years of spring

4Fourth poem

爲壓星祅便却戎。梵筵移自淨居宮。香泥結界熏儀盛。蒼海凌波怒像雄。釋虎咆咻聲正厲。胡雛瑟縮氣先窮。欲知頃刻災消去。烈火光中片雪融。

To press down the baleful stars and so drive back the barbarians The assembly has been brought over from the Pure Abode Palace (淨居宮) With incense clay they bind the boundary, and the incense rite is grand And the wrathful figures that stride the blue sea's waves are valiant The Buddha's tigers roar, and the sound is truly fierce The barbarian whelps shrink back, and their force is spent first Would you know how the disaster vanishes in a moment It is a flake of snow melting in a fierce blaze of light

5Fifth poem

沙羅密藏足威光。一粒靈丹勝萬兵。火焰像前宣梵呪。金剛拳下眼魔精。高山共峙熏功就。朗月同懸慧鑑明。彈指未終災旋散。羶戎掃地立澄淸。

The secret storehouse of Sala (沙羅) has majesty and light in plenty And a single grain of its numinous elixir is better than ten thousand troops Before the flamelike figures they spread out the Sanskrit spells And under the diamond fist they glare down the essence of the demons Standing sheer with the high mountains, the merit of the incense is accomplished Hanging with the bright moon, the mirror of wisdom is clear Before one can snap one's fingers the disaster scatters at once And the rank-smelling barbarians will be swept from the earth and clearness will settle