明覺禪師語錄 5.42

5.42

霜葉凋殘、巖風凜寒，彼之禪老、忽下崇巒。衲有雲兮，曾卷未卷，
琴無絃分，解彈不彈。迢迢既行，宜聽斯語，
明闇路岐，生死洲渚。而今而後知不知，
頹綱委地憑誰舉。

Frosty leaves wither and fall, the cliff wind is chillingly cold;
That elder of Chan suddenly descends the lofty peaks.
The patch-robe has clouds: once rolled up, yet unrolled;
The zither has no strings: skilled in playing, yet unplayed.
Having set off on the long journey, you should listen to these words:
The paths of brightness and darkness, the islands of birth and death.
From now on, whether you know or know not,
The fallen net has collapsed to the ground—upon whom can we rely to lift it up?