明覺禪師語錄 2.39

2.39

The year draws to its close, the cold skies spread everywhere; / This humble elder rests his head again, lingering with difficulty. / The Chan guest of Wanshan came searching for me, / Words and intentions diligent, exhorting against laxity. / At daybreak, with a single sail, he sets off to return; / With a hundred joints and four limbs, it is hard to bear the burden. / The wind is whistling, the tide is calm; / Straining to write these parting words, they are barely formed. / The crags stand towering, an old intimate friend; / Meeting each other, do not forget the depth of this feeling.