虛堂和尚語錄 5.10

5.10

夜闌天際墮金盆，膝上焦桐調轉新，易水悲風輕按指，
鸞膠難續斷膓人。

In the deep of night at the horizon, the golden basin sinks; / On his knees, the scorched paulownia's tune is newly turned. / A mournful wind on the Yi River, lightly pressing his fingers: / Phoenix glue can hardly mend one whose heart is broken.