The verse

Ten thousand stars crowd the sky, beyond all count,yet one clear lamp will light the road you walk.Too many words eclipse the moon within;let three sincere ones stand—the star burns lone and bright.

Reading

This lot counsels you to pare away excess and let no ornament hide your true heart. One bright star outshines a thousand scattered ones; speech is prized for sincerity, not abundance. Fortune rests with Heaven—ask only whether your words ring true.

The temple keeper adds

A steady lot. Steady, in a loud age, is already rare.

[ Draw another at the temple ][ Keep a traffic omamori ]