楞伽阿跋多羅寶經註解 2.87

2.87

「幻夢水樹影，垂髮熟時焰，
如是觀三有，究竟得解脫。
譬如渴鹿想，動轉迷亂心，
鹿想謂為水，而實無水事。
如是識種子，動轉見境界，
愚夫妄想生，如為翳所翳。
於無始生死，計著攝受性，
如逆楔出楔，捨離貪攝受。
如幻呪機發，浮雲、夢、電光，
觀是得解脫，永斷三相續。
於彼無有作，猶如焰虛空，
如是知諸法，則為無所知。
言教唯假名，彼亦無有相，
於彼起妄想，陰行如垂髮。
如畫、垂髮、幻　夢、揵闥婆城，
火輪、熱時焰，無而現眾生。
常無常、一異，俱不俱亦然，
無始過相續，愚夫癡妄想。
明鏡水淨眼，摩尼妙寶珠，
於中現眾色，而實無所有。
一切性顯現，如畫熟時焰，
種種眾色現，如夢無所有。」

"Illusions, dreams, tree reflections in water,
Floating hairs, and the mirage in the heat of noon:
Contemplating the three realms of existence in this way,
One ultimately attains liberation.
Just like the thirsting deer's conception,
With its fluctuating, deluded mind,
Conceiving in its deer-mind that it is water,
When in truth there is no water.
Even so, the seeds of consciousness,
Fluctuating, see realms of objects;
The vikalpa of foolish people arises,
Just as one clouded by cataracts.
In beginningless saṃsāra,
Clinging to an entity to be apprehended,
Just as a reverse wedge drives out a wedge,
One renounces craving and grasping.
Like illusions, incantations, mechanisms,
Floating clouds, dreams, and flashes of lightning,
Contemplating these, one attains liberation,
Forever severing the three continuities.
In them there is nothing produced,
Just like a mirage or empty space;
Knowing all dharmas in this way,
One is then without anything known.
Verbal teachings are merely provisional designations;
They too have no characteristics;
Giving rise to vikalpa regarding them,
The functioning of the skandhas is like floating hairs.
Like paintings, floating hairs, illusions,
Dreams, a gandharvanagara,
A firebrand-wheel, or a mirage in the heat of noon,
Sentient beings appear where nothing exists.
Permanence and impermanence, identity and difference,
Both and neither are also like this:
A continuity of beginningless faults,
The foolish delusion and vikalpa of ordinary people.
In a bright mirror, clear water, or a pure eye,
Or a fine and wondrous maṇi gem,
All kinds of forms appear within them,
Yet in truth there is nothing at all.
All entities manifest,
Like a painting or a mirage in the heat of noon;
Various kinds of forms appear,
Yet like a dream there is nothing at all."