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Sacrificial address offered to the Lord of Gwangneung祭廣陵公文

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 · 1 passages · 137 Chinese characters · reading time 1.5 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 37 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.

云云。温温我公。宗室羽儀。一行一步。罔蹈匪彝。愛客接士。畦畛莫施。補以文章。河憲是追。兼精藥餌。如大老醫。以博濟而爲任。凡幾活於傷痍。妙極丹靑。如宿畫師。手自摹其佛像。常嚮仰之毋疲。有過兮己自當。有善兮人之推。考公行爲。天若相之。胡不畀年。遽促大期。嗚呼哀哉。九天隔兮鸞馭遠。百日周兮隙駟馳。骨寧可朽兮。名不隳兮。行潦之薦。維以寓悲。

And so forth.

Our gentle Lord was the model of the royal house. In a single going out and a single step he never trod where it was not proper. He prized guests and welcomed scholars, and set up no dividing ridge between them. He added letters to this, and so followed Prince Xian of Hejian (河間獻王).

He was versed in medicine besides, like an old and famed physician. He made the relieving of men far and wide his own charge, and there is no knowing how many of the hurt and the wounded he saved. In painting too he reached the subtle, like a painter of long standing. With his own hand he copied the likeness of the Buddha, and he was never idle in looking up to it and honoring it. When there was a fault he took it as his own share, and when a thing was well done he passed it on to others.

If one looks at the Lord's conduct, Heaven ought to have helped him; why then did it not give him years, but hurry the great term on so suddenly?

Alas, how sad. The ninth heaven is blocked and the luan-bird carriage is far; a hundred days have come round, and time has run like four horses passing a chink. The bones may rot, but the name does not fall. With poor offerings, like a puddle in the road, I entrust my sorrow to them alone.

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