虛堂和尚語錄 7.67

7.67

紙燈吹滅尚迂回，直至如今心未灰，臺石蘚花將半蝕，
不知焚鈔復誰來。

Blowing out the paper lamp, you were still hesitant and circuitous; / Up to this very day, your heart has not grown cold. / Moss blossoms on the terrace stone are nearly half eaten away; / I wonder who will come again having burned their commentaries.