虛堂和尚語錄 7.357

7.357

沙嘴坡頭，枯荷影裡，清興忽來，一息千里；
蒲葉吹秋，水天漠漠，歛影肅心，意不在啄。

On the sandspit and the crest of the bank, / In the shadow of withered lotuses: / Pure delight suddenly arrives, / A thousand miles in a single breath. / Rush leaves blown by autumn, / Water and sky vast and hazy: / Gathering its shadow, reverent in mind, / Its intent is not on pecking.