宏智禪師廣錄 2.71

2.71

Drawing from the waves, at first ascending, clouds and thunder see him off; / Leaping and soaring majestically, look upon his great function! / With tails scorched, they distinctly cross Yu's Gate; / The patterned scales refuse to soak in the pickle jar. / A mature, seasoned person does not startle the multitude; / Accustomed to confronting formidable foes, from the first he feels no fear. / Buoyant, precisely as light as five ounces; / Towering, how could it be merely a thousand jun heavy? / Whose high renown matches his across the four seas? / Standing upright and aloof, the eight winds cannot move him.