國清百錄 2.35

2.35

Setting the positions and contemplating the images, dividing the Great Ultimate and opening the Primal Chaos;
Vast and boundless, it is great; murky and azure, it is supreme.
Fertilising rivers and weeping torrents, earth's veins and the source of the Yellow River;
For dredging and channeling, they consulted Yu; for taking the models, there was Xuanyuan.
Ah, the virtue of the Kan hexagram reaches the utmost of the Earthly origin!
Pure customs fill this joyful land, where the sovereign presides over the universe.
Bright and clear is his filial governance; august and serene is the sacred ruler.
His Way crowns the present age; his achievements surpass ancient times.
Good fortune accords with auspicious omens; beauty equals the striking of the stone chimes.
Benevolence moistens flora and fauna; beneficence reaches the distant boundaries.
Of the lofty clan of the Śākya lineage, in body he relied on a gourd and coarse robes.
Not longing for enfeoffment or jade tallies, he turned his mind to the dyed garments.
Renouncing worldly conditions and worries, he retreated to the secluded valley;
His resolve rested in the pines and bamboo, his form like dried wood.
The seven factors of awakening skilfully guide; the five dhyānas are pure and solemn.
There is no place too distant to reach, no thought that is not subdued.
The generals and governors of the realm shoulder seals while extinguishing guilt;
Virtuous ladies and noble men surrender civilian occupations and precious wealth.
If one does not broaden the ten illuminations, how could one pursue a hundredfold gain?
Seeing nothing to desire, one forgets concerns and has no dependence.
Each abandoning currency, together they form an ocean of Buddhahood.
Breaching the vast, dim expanse, gazing afar, there is only emptiness.
The Wind Master brings rain; Liezi stirs the wind.
North of the giant Kun fish's scales, east of the extreme bounds;
Distant waters hold the sun; layered waves mount Penglai.
Above the earth is Bi (Holding Together); beneath the mountain is Meng (Youthful Folly).
The Jing is clear and the Wei is turbid, paying court and assembling together.
Tiantai stands as a node of integrity; its forests and springs whisper softly.
Its summit is flanked by the three luminaries; its perilous peak has nine turns.
Waterfalls pour from on high, their divine aspect graceful and pure;
Resounding like rushing thunder, white as pristine snow;
Not freezing in the depths of winter, never exhausted by parching drought.
The stone bridge is far and remote, pierced through by the morning sun;
Looking up, one halts at the blue heavens; looking down, one faces the cinnabar cavern.
The bird-paths communicate with clouds; human tracks are completely severed.
The Bohai Gulf is difficult to border; sentient beings swim against and with the flow.
Crying out and in peril, by tens of millions;
Flapping their gills and wagging their tails, gazing at each other in their natural state.
On the stone walls no nets are hung; left to themselves, no hooks pull them;
Singing sculls quietly glide; resounding cauldrons cease their stench of meat.
When practices are perfected and karma is vast, propagating life is the foremost;
Snapping trees was a sincere standard; darkening the enclosure was an admonition.
Cengshen and the numinous crane; Jingkang and the divine tortoise;
Following resonance, the bright pearl; Yuqi and the covered carriage.
Auspicous meetings have reliable tokens; underwater leaps depend on this.
Alas, the setting sun at the Abyss of Yu! Waves and billows easily shift.
Lofty banks become deep valleys; Penglai's sea turns into mulberry fields.
How many brushes against the stone remain? In what year will the mustard seeds be exhausted?
The great earth will crumble; Mount Sumeru will be thoroughly ablaze;
Winds overturn the golden circle; fires reach the First Dhyāna.
Ah! The water-nature—its retribution turns forever complete.