虛堂和尚語錄 10.11

10.11

慕膻高舉興何窮，秋在黃蘆葉裏風，已事未明如蹈火，白雲深處見巖翁。

Longing for the scent of mutton, soaring high, what end to the inspiration?
Autumn is in the wind through the yellow reed leaves.
One's own matter not yet clear is like treading on fire;
Deep within the white clouds, meet the Old Man of the Crag.