Letter of thanks for the Cold Food allowance謝寒食節料狀
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 · 101 Chinese characters · reading time 0.4 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 18 — Letters and Reports 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.
As to the above: I received your benevolence, and you specially granted the holiday allowance named above, the rice, flour, mutton, wine and the rest. I bow and consider: the men of □ take up the order, and Huilu holds back his power. Just as I was chanting of the kindly wind that changes our customs, I met also the sweet rain that comes in season. On top of this I am soaked with rich provisions and see fresh cooking done. How much more when the ant longs for the fragrant meat and the maggot floats on the clear brew. Holding up the light of your kindness I am full, and not for three mornings only. Taking pleasure in the colors of spring I am warm with drink, and may look for a thousand days of it. I know only how to sing your praise. How could I repay the potter who shapes me? My humble heart cannot bear the fullness of its gratitude. I respectfully present this memorial to give thanks. Respectfully submitted.
Interlinear notes 1
"Floating maggots" and "green ants" are set phrases for the pale froth on wine, and the line is so rendered. Since the ants of the preceding clause are the real ants of Zhuangzi, it may also be read literally. — translator