宏智禪師廣錄 2.152

2.152

A pure and spotless household, utterly cut off from neighbors on all four sides;
Sweeping behind closed gates year after year, not admitting a speck of dust.
Where radiance turns, the remnant moon pours down;
When the hexagram lines divide, the yin month is established.
Just out of mourning, one meets the spring;
Stumbling drunkenly and singing wildly, letting the cap fall as it may.
With disheveled hair, carefree and untamed—who can bind him?
In an age of great peace with nothing to do: a man mad with wine.