Dispatch recalling Grand Master Zhu Zhu to service during mourning朱祝大夫起復
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 · 171 Chinese characters · reading time 0.7 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 14 — Notices 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.
This dispatch carries out the decision handed down. When war presses hard, the rites take away the hempen mourning. The Duke of Lu laid down the rule before, and the Marquis of Jin carried it out after. This is to follow the expedient and bend with the change, and it is turning filial duty into loyal service. If a man does not forget his house, with what will he repay his country? The officer named above was following his service in the field, and his public talent was leaned on every day, when all at once he met the grief of a parent's death, and lost forever the chance to care for an aged parent. He can be diligent in weeping tears of blood, and fears only that his feeling will be taken from him. Yet the crowd of bandits is not wiped out, and the several provinces have much to do. To hold fast to the love of the three years is to turn away from the favor of the lord of ten thousand chariots. Still more, he has received the command of the imperial order, and leave has already been given for his service at the front of the army. The sage will has gone forth like a thread made into cord, and waits now for merit to be brought about. How is the maxim "Put on that brocade" the same as with the wise men of old? The time is other and the matter is other. Keep this in mind, keep this in mind. To raise a name and make one's parents shine, and to spend all one's strength in following the command, is the end of filial duty. Go, and be reverent. This matter must be a dispatch that raises him back to service during mourning, sending him to the region from the Five Ridges onward to take charge of the public business at the front of the army.