明覺禪師語錄 5.52

5.52

I am advanced in years, my mental strength is waning;
In sending you off, I have no words, darkly soaring in flight together with you.
I recall that the ancients in sending people off had a saying:
I do not know about their different paths arriving at the same end,
I only love the song of Xinfeng sending forth pure radiance.
Not an inch of grass grows for thousands and tens of thousands of miles;
Stepping out the gate, the colors of spring linger on together.