宏智禪師廣錄 8.317

8.317

萬指相從作正觀。出求臥席著蒲團。恬處斂雨野雲薄。
湛若磨風秋水寒。卷去猶知鼻頭痛。
坐來方信髑髏乾。蘆花明月阿誰事。人在江湖把釣竿。

Ten thousand fingers follow one another to practice right contemplation,
going forth to beg for sleeping mats to cover the cattail cushions.
In tranquil ease, gathering the rain, the wild clouds thin;
serene as wind polished smooth, the autumn water is cold.
Rolling them up, one still knows the nose tip hurts;
sitting here, one finally believes the dry skull is dead.
Reed flowers and the bright moon—whose affair is this?
A person amidst rivers and lakes holding a fishing pole.