明覺禪師語錄 5.97

5.97

春風何蕭蕭，和雨復兼雪，折華功未深，偃草勢曾烈。
毘城癡愛老，怯寒對清拙，襄巖影響士，
難御同孤劣。鼇峯人不來，柴門亦休閉，松頭栗鼠下，
時把藤床嚙。庭際霜禽歸，屢啄苔錢闕，
一旦春風息，暖日生林樾。幽徑磐石上，
拄笻行且歇，無絃兮莫彈，有語兮存舌。冷落流水聲，
古之若為說，凋殘早梅樹，今之若為別。
俯仰身力輕，翻憶春風切，為吾吹却塵，欲革分岐轍，
為吾吹却雲，欲問遼空月，不知天地間，
堪為誰交結。

How soughing is the spring wind!
Joined by rain and mingled with snow.
Its merit in plucking flowers is not yet deep;
Its power in flattening grasses was once fierce.
The old man of foolish attachment in Vaiśālī,
Fearing the cold, faces plain simplicity.
The men of echo and shadow of Xiang crag
Are difficult to control, alike in solitary wretchedness.
No one comes from Turtle Peak;
The brushwood gate also need not be closed.
Squirrels descend from the pine tops,
Now and then gnawing at the rattan couch.
Frosty birds return to the courtyard,
Repeatedly pecking at the broken moss coins.
Once the spring wind ceases,
The warm sun arises in the woods and groves.
Upon the flat boulders of the secluded path,
Staff in hand, I walk and rest.
When there are no strings, do not play;
When there are words, preserve the tongue.
The desolate sound of flowing water—
How could the ancients speak of it?
The withered trees of early plums—
How can they be parted from today?
Looking down and up, my body's strength is light;
I instead recall the spring wind intensely:
Blow away the dust for me, for I wish to mend the diverging tracks;
Blow away the clouds for me, for I wish to ask of the moon in the distant sky.
I know not, between heaven and earth,
Who is worthy to form a bond with?