明覺禪師語錄 5.91

5.91

空巖清夜坐，蘚徑積深雪，瞑目思古人，徹曙落殘月。
童敲石磬寒，猿掛枯枝折，杳杳無限情，分明向誰說。

Sitting in the empty crags through the clear night,
Mossy paths accumulate deep snow.
Closing the eyes, thinking of the ancients,
Through to the dawn the waning moon sinks.
The boy monk strikes the cold stone chiming-slab;
The ape hangs and the withered branch snaps.
Deep and boundless feeling—
To whom can it be clearly spoken?