明覺禪師語錄 5.118

5.118

雪水繞松檻，遲遲結清淺，病眼時懶開，幽情況難遣。
故人久相別，飛文屢慚靦，仰謝十二峯，分照月如剪。

Snow-melt water circles the pine balustrade, / Slowly gathering, pure and shallow. / With sickly eyes, at times too sluggish to open, / Secluded feelings are truly hard to dispel. / Long parted from an old friend, / In sending writings I am repeatedly abashed. / Looking up with thanks to the Twelve Peaks, / The moon shines down in parts, as if cut by shears.