虛堂和尚語錄 5.146

5.146

聲如鳴玉靜邊聞，誰信幽人不見君，花到海棠將寂寞，
繡衣猶把麝香熏。

The sound is like ringing jade, heard in stillness;
Who would believe the recluse does not see the lord?
When blossoms reach the crabapple, they approach silence;
Yet embroidered robes are still perfumed with musk.