大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.60

12.60

道大德備之詞，讚師之真，此處無金二兩，俗人酤酒三升。超佛越祖之談，讚師之禪，削圓方竹杖，鞔却紫茸氈。無可諭，無可說，正是守著繫驢橛，那堪更言。七坐道場，三奉詔旨，大似鄭州出曹門，且喜沒交涉。降此之外，畢竟如何？江南兩浙，春寒秋熱，寄語諸方，不要饒舌。

Phrases of great Dao and complete virtue praise the master’s portrait: 'Here there are not two ounces of gold; commoners buy three sheng of wine.'
Talk that transcends the buddhas and surpasses the patriarchs praises the master’s Chan: shaving a square bamboo staff round, covering a purple fleece rug.
Nothing can illustrate it, nothing can describe it; this is precisely clinging to a donkey-tethering post, so how much less can one speak of it?
Having sat in seven bodhimaṇḍas, having three times received imperial decrees—this is just like leaving through the Cao Gate in Zhengzhou: fortunately, there is no connection!
Setting this aside, what after all is it?
South of the Yangtze and across the two Zhe provinces, spring is cold and autumn is hot.
Send word to all quarters: do not wag your tongues.