To his lordship Wang, Commander in Chief, with congratulations on the winter solstice都統王令公賀冬至
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) 桂苑筆耕集 · Choe Chiwon · 886 (Tang, 6th year of the Zhonghe era · Silla, 12th year of King Heongang) · 1 passages · 99 Chinese characters · reading time 0.4 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 10 — Enclosures A collection Choe Chiwon made by choosing out of the writings of his four years in the headquarters of Gao Pian, military commissioner of Huainan under the Tang, binding them into twenty volumes and presenting them to King Heongang of Silla in 886. It holds 366 pieces — memorials and reports sent up to the emperor, the proclamation denouncing Huang Chao, letters to the several military commissioners, orders and dispatches issued to those under him, Daoist and Buddhist texts for services, funeral offerings, records written for the outer wall of Chengdu and for a painting of Annam, and the reports and poems he sent up to Gao Pian. Here is the first report, which begins "I am a man of Silla," and the proclamation against Huang Chao with its line, "Not only do all the men of the world think to kill you openly; the ghosts under the earth have already discussed cutting you down in secret." The last volume holds the poems he made on the voyage home to the country he had left at twelve. It is the oldest collection by a Korean that survives, and when Hong Seokju and Seo Yugu printed it with movable type in 1834 they called it "the root and the beginning of the writing of our Eastern Country." Their two prefaces are translated with it.
I humbly consider that the pitch pipe blows in secret and the stars shift their season. From the watchtower men look for the good sign, and the colors of the clouds offer their omen. I humbly consider that his lordship always spreads auspicious clouds and always hangs up the kindly sun. The three armies draw their crossbows and forget the cold, wrapped in the floss of Chu. Through the five watches they pillow on their spears and reach the dawn, holding Sun's quilt. Surely, with great blessing, he will soon set up a rare merit. Now, in the season that kills and stills, may he carry through the force of the attack. The four quarters prick up their ears and wait to hear the sound of a great victory. The lord of ten thousand chariots inclines his heart, and the fortune of the restoration will last forever. I have no way to offer my congratulations, and only pray the more earnestly.