At Peguri mountain that is like eight-layered mat, where my dear and beloved lord after he sat and sat at home, brought back eight captured alive tigers whom they call deities in Korea, after he went there on an expedition, and spread their pelts on, at the time of fourth lunar month and fifth lunar month, at the time when they serve doing medicine hunt, holding in our hands many catalpa bows, and holding in our hands many arrows with sharp turnip-shaped arrowheads under two yews standing on this side of the mountain with low feet, at the time when we were waiting for game animals, a male deer came, stood there, and lamented: “I must die right away. Therefore, I will serve to the Great Lord. My horns will decorate his hat, and my ears inkpot. My eyes will decorate his clear mirror, and my hooves his bow string notches. My hairs will be the glory of his writing brush. My hide will cover his coffer. My meat will be his sashimi delicacy, and my liver, too, will be his sashimi delicacy. My stomach will be his pickled delicacy. Glorify me saying, glorify me saying that seven layers of flowers will bloom, eight layers of flowers will bloom at my body alone that has finally become old”.[1]
