虛堂和尚語錄 7.55

7.55

萬物自全璧，蒙莊安可齊，月高松影細，風急雁行低。
誰把丹青入，難將竹帛題，寒山應笑我，携手隔雲泥。

All things are of themselves complete jade discs; / How could Master Zhuang make them equal? / The moon is high, pine shadows are slender; / The wind is swift, wild goose ranks fly low. / Who can capture this in vermilion and blue pigments? / Difficult to record it on bamboo and silk. / Hanshan must surely laugh at me: / Hand in hand, separated as cloud and mud.