宏智禪師廣錄 8.326

8.326

溫風在山谷。青紫班芳妍。浩然春公心。不作彼此偏。
其來初無像。榮事亦自然。雲容淡如鶴。
草色齊膩煙。竹萌裹豹袴。蕨茁引兒拳。盤箸富可喜。
齒頰甘亦便。山水濯塵念。風雲會前緣。
葦江懷道人。擁眾幾兩千。頂門眼照世。
胸中海吞川。同雛丹山巢。羽成各翔遷。而今欲住集。
相見而忘年。執鞭驅竝駕。未愧無綵韉。
白鷗行作伍。水蔬對烹煎。撫摩青石牛。不得陪高眠。
將趨皖口市。就買莎郎船。回首謝諸祖。
覺法吾所天。慧燈耿不夜。心花芳枝聯。
後日兒孫輩。莫怪森羅前。

A warm breeze is in the mountain valley;
green and purple intermingle in fragrant beauty.
Vast is the mind of Lord Spring,
making no bias between this and that.
Its coming is originally without form;
its flourishing affairs are also natural.
Cloud faces are as pale as cranes;
grass colours are even, like thick mist.
Bamboo sprouts wrap in leopard trousers;
bracken shoots draw out children's fists.
Plates and chopsticks are plentiful and delightful;
teeth and cheeks are sweet and at ease.
Mountains and waters wash away dusty thoughts;
wind and clouds meet prior conditions.
By the river of reeds, I think of the man of the Way,
who embraces an assembly of nearly two thousand.
The eye in the crown of his head illuminates the world;
the ocean within his breast swallows rivers.
Fledglings together in the Cinnabar Mountain nest,
feathers grown, each took flight and moved.
And now, wishing to reside and gather together,
meeting him, we forget the difference in years.
Holding the whip to drive our matched carriage,
I am not ashamed of having no painted saddle pad.
White gulls travel to make our companions;
water vegetables are simmered and fried together.
Stroking the blue-stone ox,
I cannot accompany his lofty sleep.
About to head for the market of Wankou,
I immediately hire a Shalang boat.
Turning my head, I thank the ancestral masters;
the awakening Dharma is my heaven.
The lamp of wisdom is bright, never night;
the heart's flower has fragrant branches connected.
Children and grandchildren of future days,
do not wonder before the myriad phenomena.