虛堂和尚語錄 7.162

7.162

白鳥明邊秋思遠，逢人未話齒先寒，他年祖室爭頭角，
雲外歸來略借看。

Beside the brightness of the white birds, autumn thoughts are distant;
Meeting people, before speaking, the teeth first run cold.
In later years, contending for horns in the ancestral room,
Returning from beyond the clouds, let me have a glance.