Prayer for the fast on the Yingtian Festival, the second應天節齋詞
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 · 147 Chinese characters · reading time 0.6 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 15 — Prayer Texts 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.
1One man has his blessing, and his life is without bound
The Daoist so-and-so speaks. I bow and consider that to take heaven for father and earth for mother is why the way of an emperor is honored, and that a light piercing the moon and circling the stars is where the numinous token lies. Still more, seeing that one man has his blessing, we know for certain that his life is without bound. I bow and think of His Majesty the Emperor. A dragon, he grasps the great plan. A phoenix, he rests upon the sage's reign. He spreads a fair name among the village altars, and he marks a grand rite at the shrine of Gaomei. Now the wind tunes the zither of Shun, and the sun slackens the reins of Xihe. The calendar plant spreads its fragrance on the eighth leaf, and Danling sends down its omen for a thousand years. Reverently we set out the immortals' fast, and we look up to offer our good wishes. I humbly wish that the dust melt away in the nine wilds and the waves rest in the four seas. Let the procession of the western progress turn back soon, and let the rite of the eastern sacrifice be raised at once. In a fair fortune of a thousand years, let martial merit be set high. In a flourishing age of thirty generations, let blessing and good fortune be doubled and drawn out. Let there be true accord in the great settling, and lasting joy at the restoration.