The verse

A thousand stars contend to blaze the nightYet one lone clear star draws the watching eyeHoneyed words win less than plain true lightLet no drifting cloud veil your simple sky

Reading

This fortune bids you keep the plain and shed the gaudy: a sky of many stars is worth less than one clear. One true word outshines a hundred adorned. Covet not abundance nor flourish; sincerity lights itself. What comes or goes, leave to heaven.

The temple keeper adds

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

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