Text for the Golden Sutra and Medicine Buddha rite held at Bukhonggyeongwon to press down warfare北弘景院。行鎭兵金經藥師道場文。
金鼓所揚。是信相親聞之極唱。綵囊斯祕。惟藥師本願之雄詮。尊閣苟勤。保持無礙。念眇然之質。臨蠢爾之民。政如膠柱以調琴。罔知其變。國若抱薪而置火。幾至于危。況今回祿興祅而倉庾斯焚。玄冥戒候而電雷猶震。未識若玆之變。終爲何等之災。宜託妙門。弟資梵蔭。斯集毳衣之眞侶。俾繙貝葉之微言。仰冀慈悲曲垂。保護韜兵不用。永無奸究之竊窺。比屋可封。寢致生靈之丕變。
The sounding of the golden drum was the utmost song that the bodhisattva Sinsang heard with his own ears; what is kept in the brocade pouch is the majestic teaching that holds the original vows of the Medicine Buddha. If one is diligent in honoring and serving them on high, their protection meets no hindrance.
I consider that with worthless stuff I have come to preside over a teeming people. My governing is like tuning a zither with the bridges glued fast, for I do not know how to shift and adapt; and the state is like one who holds kindling in his arms and goes near the fire, so that it has all but come to peril. Still more, now fire has raised calamity and the storehouses have burned, and though it is the season when the winter spirit keeps the terms, lightning and thunder sound even so. There is no knowing what calamity such portents will come to in the end.
It is fitting to entrust myself to the marvelous gate and to lean upon the Buddha's shade alone. So I gather the true company in their felt robes to unroll and read the hidden words written on pattra leaves.
Looking up, I pray that you bend down and let your compassion fall to protect us, and that arms may be hidden away and not used. Let there forever be no crafty band spying upon us, so that every household becomes worthy of commendation, and let the people be greatly changed little by little.