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Text for the Five Planets rite held to turn away portents in the heavens天變祈禳五星道場文

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 · 178 Chinese characters · reading time 1.9 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 39 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.

天出異以示人。蓋將曉喻。佛隨機而說法。庸可議思。歸誠有加。消患未眹。伏念承祖先之慶。擁廟社之權。位無安事無輕。雖勤勵翼。德不綏明不燭。動有闕遺。由紀綱風俗之搶攘。召寒燠雨暘之乖僭。此猶滋甚。嘗未遑寧。夫何木曜之失行。迺與火星而同舍。益深憂畏。切計禬禳。宜憑最勝之門。遄借大慈之蔭。玆沿淨範。式敞熏筵。邀迎塍衲之高流。宣暢貝文之靈典。絲毫營締。影響感通。伏願災沴潛消。吉祥沓至。兵絶自焚之禍。載戢載韜。國延不拔之基。可長可久。

That Heaven sends forth strange events and shows them to men is for the most part to awaken them; and how could one measure the Buddha's preaching of the Law according to men's capacities? If one adds sincerity and turns to them, one may be rid of trouble before the omen has shown itself.

Prostrate, I consider that, having succeeded to my ancestors' good fortune, I hold in my arms the authority of the ancestral shrine and the altars of the state. There is no ease in my seat and nothing light in my business, and though I am careful and strive, my virtue cannot bring peace and my brightness cannot shine, so that whenever I move something is left out. Because the bonds of order and the customs are in disorder, cold and heat, rain and clearing have been brought to go awry. This grows worse still, and I have never had the leisure to be at ease.

And now, how is it that Jupiter has lost its road and entered the same station as Mars? My care and dread grow deeper still, and I earnestly plan the turning away of calamity. It is fitting to lean upon the most surpassing gate and swiftly to borrow the shade of great compassion. So, following the pure rite, I open a seat for the burning of incense and welcome an eminent company in quilted robes to unroll and read the divine scripture written on pattra leaves. Though what is prepared be no more than a thread, the response comes through like shadow and echo.

Prostrate, I pray that the air of calamity may quietly vanish and that auspiciousness may come again and again. Let warfare, its self-consuming fire cut off, be gathered up and hidden away; and let the state lengthen a foundation that cannot be uprooted, long and enduring.