明覺禪師語錄 5.203

5.203

太古清音發指端，月當松頂夜堂寒，悲風流水多嗚咽，
不聽希聲不用彈。

Pure sounds of great antiquity emerge from fingertips;
The moon faces the pine tops; the night hall is cold.
Sorrowful winds and flowing waters sigh mournfully;
If you do not listen to the soundless sound, no need to pluck the strings.