密菴和尚語錄 1.30

1.30

病起，上堂：「一葉飄空萬木秋，翻思光境急川流，若人識得其中意，坐斷千差向上頭。山僧數日來，似病不病，似安不安，似死不死。方丈裏撒屎撒尿，大開眼狂言寐語，直是東西不辨、南北不分，求生不得、求死不得。釋迦老子為四生慈父、三界醫王，也覓此病起處不得。正當此時，若人救得，山僧點一盞薄荷湯與伊濕口；若救不得，如人上山各自努力。閻羅大王不是爾爺，他時打爾鬼骨臀索飯錢去在，莫言不道。」

Having recovered from illness, he ascended the hall: "A single leaf drifts in the air, ten thousand trees turn to autumn; reflecting on conditions of light and shade rushing like a swift river. If one understands the meaning within this, one sits cutting off the thousand differences at the pinnacle. For several days, this mountain monk has seemed sick yet not sick, seemed well yet not well, seemed dead yet not dead. Discharging feces and urine in the abbot's quarters, opening eyes wide with mad words and sleep-talk, truly unable to distinguish east from west or north from south, unable to seek life, unable to seek death. Even old fellow Śākya, the compassionate father of the four kinds of beings and king of physicians in the triple realm, cannot find where this sickness arises. Right at such a moment, if someone can save me, this mountain monk will prepare a cup of mint soup to moisten his mouth; if you cannot save me, it is like people climbing a mountain, each exerting their own effort. King Yama is not your father; one day he will beat your ghostly buttocks to demand your meal money—do not say I did not tell you!"