宏智禪師廣錄 8.359

8.359

畦衣我是出塵人。卜築高堂與月隣。床上金刀香剪桂。
篋中玉斧冷修輪。寒癯破夢無嫌病。
清白傳家不愧貧。門外潮平舡著棹。點頭老兔靜分身。

In patched robes, I am a man beyond the dust;
divining a site, I built a lofty hall to neighbor the moon.
On the bed, a golden knife fragrantly cuts the cassia;
in the box, a jade axe coldly repairs the wheel.
Emaciated in the cold, shattering dreams, I do not resent sickness;
clean and pure, transmitting the family style, I am not ashamed of poverty.
Beyond the gate, the tide is even, boats set their oars;
nodding its head, the old hare quietly manifests divided bodies.