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Text of the three libations of the offering rite to the natal star — third libation, the blue text本命醮禮三獻文 三獻靑詞

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 · 108 Chinese characters · reading time 1.2 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.

天乘氣而立。雖宅至虛。人受命以生。敢孤洪造。念循寡昧。叨守盈成。若將隕深。雖愼艱難之寄。無曰在上。尙勤寅畏之心。況臨資始之辰。宜罄由中之素。玆崇典祀。佇枉眞遊。仰惟杳默之精。遄借提撕之力。致令災危氷泮。福履雲臻。予一人輯爾邦。享年有永。與百姓同其利。爲世尤長。

Heaven stands riding upon the air and has its place in the utmost void; and man lives by receiving his destiny — how should he dare forsake that great making?

I consider that with a small and benighted body I presumptuously keep this seat of fullness attained. As though I were about to fall into the depths, I am wary of this difficult and heavy charge; and I do not say that I stand above, but am rather diligent in a heart of reverent dread. Still more, meeting the day on which my life began, it is fitting that I pour out wholly the substance within my heart.

So I uphold the sacrifice on high and await the coming of the True Ones. Looking up, I pray that the hidden and wordless essence may swiftly lend its leading power. Let calamity and peril be as ice that melts and blessing arrive as clouds; let me, this one man, bring this country into concord, that the years we enjoy be long; and let me share its benefit with the people, that the age may last yet longer.