虛堂和尚語錄 5.190

5.190

In a traveler's lodging, feeling vainly despondent,
At the ends of heaven there are many old friends.
Fine sentiments find nowhere to be expressed,
Yet old conversations can be renewed.
Remnant snow has not yet melted on the stones;
Plum blossoms first break into spring.
Lingering about, there was indeed an accord,
Coming here to continue the fragrant dust.