明覺禪師語錄 2.47

2.47

松根石上曾唯我，四顧寥寥誰未可，豈知白鳳傳好音，拋却亂雲千萬朵。谿山重疊春將暮，風遞殘華柳飛絮，金盂待月應有期，寶冠照水寧無據。靜禪復記吾深囑，彼兮國士真烈宿，相見從容莫等閑，人天景行存高躅。

On pine roots and atop stones, once there was only me; / Looking in the four directions all was desolate, who could not do so? / How could one know that the white phoenix would deliver good news, / Casting away tens of thousands of turbulent clouds? / Streams and mountains overlap as spring draws to an end; / The wind delivers fallen flowers and willows fly catkins. / Waiting for the moon with a golden bowl must have its appointed time; / The jeweled crown reflecting in water is surely not without basis. / Jing the Chan practitioner, remember again my deep admonition: / He is a man of the state, truly a bright constellation. / Meeting in leisure, do not take it lightly; / The noble deeds of humans and gods preserve lofty footprints.