宏智禪師廣錄 2.79

2.79

一喚回頭識我不。依悕蘿月又成鉤。千金之子纔流落。
漠漠塗窮有許愁。

Called once, he turns his head—does he recognize me? / Dimly, the moon among the vines becomes a hook again. / Once the scion of a thousand pieces of gold falls into wandering, / The vast, murky path ends with so much sorrow.