虛堂和尚語錄 7.71

English (machine translation) 7.71

Language: English

7.71

Parting from my old abbot's affection at Zhiyan, / The pines in the hall are cold with moon, the dew's blossoms clear. / High-hung with the ancient paulownia lute, who knows where you will go? / You will hear the sound of flowing water over a hundred shoals.

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虛堂和尚語錄 — Classical Chinese