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Petition for the Daily Offering at the Dharma Assembly of the Divine Host at Wangnyun Temple王輪寺神衆法席日齋踈

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 · 319 Chinese characters · reading time 3.3 min

Dongguk Isangguk Jip (Collected Works of Minister Yi of the Eastern Country) Former Collection, Book 41 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.

佛智莊嚴。彌滿虛空而無㝵。神行奮迅。動搖山岳以非難。念彼丹民。生從白狄。本惟不義之俗。穢惡甚於諸戎。今擧無名之兵。橫行入于我境。或侵陵州落而以此爲樂。或焚敗寺宇而略無所疑。以犬羊而着冠。類狼虎之擇肉。無老稚而皆殺。自開闢以未聞。其罪則天地所不容。其惡則幽明所共怒。何就誅之稽緩。而曠日以侵淫。是天所然。豈人爲也。某適此家邦之多難。叨干祿位之過豐。欲手執干戈。顧無拳勇之敵衆。但坐安床褥。將何面目以見人。夙夜憂勞。俯仰慙愧。今國家佇蒙梵力。坐服凶胡。召高士於名山。敞法筵於福地。念衆眞之威號。嚴四事之熏科。勤亦至焉。施不細矣。見此無遮之勝會。誰無隨喜之善心。况弟子早罄至誠。痛自依於佛蔭。今聞能事。盍助築於功山。悉倒私貲。式嚴淨範。區區之懇。一一而詳。伏願仗神天之威。增士卒之氣。軍聲益震。若擊電之殷高山。虜種自消。如片蓬之入大火。凡害于國。寧丁我躬。

The Buddha's wisdom is majestic: it fills the void and yet is nowhere obstructed; the spirits' stride is swift and rousing: to shake the mountains is no hard thing for them.

Consider: those people of the Khitan (契丹) sprang from the White Di (白狄). Theirs is a custom unrighteous from the first, and their filth and evil exceed that of the other barbarians. Now they have raised troops without cause and broken into our borders at will. Some find their pleasure in raiding and trampling the districts; some burn and tear down temple halls without the least scruple. It is dogs and sheep wearing caps, wolves and tigers picking out their meat. They kill all without distinction of old or young — a thing unheard of since heaven and earth were opened. Their crime is such as heaven and earth cannot countenance; their evil is such as the dark world and this world are angered at alike. Why then is their punishment so slow, so that they drag out the days and seep in upon us? This is heaven's doing — how should it be the work of men?

So-and-so has met a time when the state's troubles are many, and has presumed to seek a stipend and a station more ample than his due. I would take shield and spear in hand, but looking at myself I have neither the strength nor the courage to face a host, and I merely sit in a comfortable place — with what face shall I look upon men hereafter? Night and day I worry and labour, and I am ashamed whether I look down or look up.

Now the state waits upon the Buddha's power, hoping to make the cruel barbarians surrender while it sits still. From the famous mountains it has summoned the eminent, and in a blessed place it has opened a Dharma assembly. Calling to mind the awesome names of the host of true ones, we make strict the incense-burning assembly of the four offerings. The diligence is utmost and the giving not small. Seeing this splendid gathering to which nothing is barred, who would not have the good heart that rejoices along with it?

How much more I, your disciple, who long ago spent my utmost sincerity and leaned upon the Buddha's shade until it hurt. Now that I have heard of this great undertaking, how should I not help to raise the mountain of merit? I have emptied my private wealth and set out a pure Dharma assembly in strict order. My small and trifling entreaties I lay before you one by one.

Prostrate, I pray that by the majesty of the spirits and of heaven you add strength to the spirit of our army; that the sound of our arms be roused the more, as lightning sounds over the high mountains; and that the barbarian host dissolve of itself, as a scrap of mugwort cast into a great fire. Whatever is harmful to the state, let it rather fall upon my own body.