汾陽無德禪師語錄 3.14

3.14

Celebration and joy, celebration and joy, with no one weeping;
sitting upright in peaceful dhyāna, ever knowing contentment.
Not greedy for worldly gain, seeking nothing more,
envying not glory and fearing not humiliation.
One meal at the hour of the dragon, one gruel at the hour of the tiger;
coarse or fine, leaving it to wheat and grain.
In tattered clothes and damaged patches, passing cold and heat,
planting abundant blessings universally for humans and devas.
The sword of wisdom, the candle of precepts and concentration,
illuminates and shatters the dark prison of ignorance.
Directly cutting to the root source, the words of all buddhas
are earnestly spoken and must be recorded.
The Dharma-nature penetrates, free from deceit and flattery;
asking and answering according to capacity, unbound.
With loving-kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy, and equanimity, one plants fertile fields;
generous, pure, and clear, bestowing gold and jade.
The nature is serene and mild, constantly solemn;
wishing to serve as eyes for devas and humans.
The five roots and five powers lead to the five supernatural knowledges;
the three liberations and three emptinesses destroy the three poisons.
With a pure mind free from mixed desires,
constantly taking shame and conscience as clothing,
adorned with necklaces of jewels upon the liberated body,
vowing not to perpetuate worldly afflictions.
Pervading the Dharma realm, leaving length and brevity to fate;
coming and going, heedless of monk or lay.
Free of arising and free of thought, wholly without doubt;
possessing virtue and possessing ability, leaving it to the axe and adze.
Now I celebrate myself and rejoice within myself;
may those of the same Way and the same mind constantly read this together.
A verse says:
Without virtue, without ability, and without understanding,
without mind and without thought, continuing the mysterious lamp;
without arising, without ceasing, without coming, without going—
free of right and free of wrong, a single monk.