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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 · 308 Chinese characters · reading time 3.4 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 40 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.

梵雄始吼而言泉漲。開衆妙門。菩薩嗣唱而敎翼張。作大寶藏。浩汗渾涵。則譬滄溟之包滀百谷。敷掦宣暢。則同甘澍之霑洽四方。但論崇奉之如何。毋慮感通之未速。伏念襲祖宗之遺緖。承廟社之重權。一日罔寧。如馭朽索之懍。萬機易紊。猶理亂絲而棼。頃遭胡寇之橫行。幾致邦基之陵替。繄仰賴多天之助。卽坐臻強敵之摧。如執熱之濯淸。民雖小息。若懲沸而吹冷。予尙未安。况聞日御之獻言。連報月行之乖度。或干諸侯之位。或入大微之躔。加又閱陪京馳聞之辭。有大石自移之變。物無脛而行也。必異於常。禍有胎而生焉。曷知其漸。益深戰惕。切計禬禳。須憑最勝之緣。可杜未然之患。恭循舊典。宏敞熏科。扣鑰虬函。振菓脣之微說。拈槌塵席。馳雷舌之高談。所罄獻者我誠。想森陳於聖鏡。伏願災萌永息。福聚彌增。風雨順時。蔑破塊鳴條之異。糓粟盈廩。播崇墉比櫛之謠。羌虜遁藏。邊陲靜謐。

When Beomung (梵雄) first gave the lion's roar, the spring of his words swelled and opened the many gates of mystery; and when the bodhisattvas took up the call, the wings of the teaching spread and formed the great treasure store. Its broad and far-reaching compass may be likened to the great sea that gathers in the waters of every valley; its unfolding and soaring clarity is like sweet rain moistening the four quarters. We ask only how high our reverence is, and do not fear that the response will be slow.

Prostrate, I consider that I have received the royal work left by my ancestors and succeeded to the weighty power of the ancestral shrine and the altars of the state. Not one day am I at ease: I tremble as one driving horses with a rotten rope; and the myriad affairs of government fall easily into disorder, as when one sets out to straighten tangled thread and only snarls it the worse.

Of late we met with the barbarian robbers running wild at will, and the foundation of the state nearly fell. Only by looking up and leaning upon heaven's abundant help did it come about that, without my rising from my seat, the strong enemy was broken. The people have caught their breath a little, as one who has gripped something hot and then washed in clear water; yet I am not yet at ease — scalded once by what was boiling, I blow even on what is cold.

Still more, hearing the words of the officer in charge of the sun, reports came one after another that the moon's course departs from its measure. Now it trespasses upon the station of the feudal lords, now it enters the station of Taemi (大微). Besides, in the dispatch that came running from the other capital, there was the portent of a great stone that had moved of itself.

A thing without legs that moves must be no common matter; and since calamity arises from a germ, how can one know how far it will spread? Trembling and fearing the more deeply, I earnestly weigh plans to turn it away and wipe it out. One must lean upon the most surpassing karmic bond to stop a trouble that has not yet come.

Reverently following the old statutes, I open wide an assembly of practice. The lock of the coffer figured with hornless dragons is opened, and the subtle words of lips like red fruit are shaken forth; from the seat of the whisk the mallet is raised, and the lofty discourse of a tongue like thunder runs on. All that we pour out and offer is our sincerity, and I think it lies ranged thick before the holy mirror.

Prostrate, I pray that the germ of calamity cease for good and the gathering of blessing increase the more; that wind and rain follow the seasons, with no freak that breaks the clods or sets the branches sounding; that grain fill the granaries, so that the song spreads of heaps like high walls and like the teeth of a comb; and that the barbarians flee and hide, and the frontiers be still.