宏智禪師廣錄 7.143

7.143

River clouds drift softly, grass grows lush and thick; / when blossoms fall and spring wanes, it is the time the guest departs.
At the ancient ferry the boat lies crosswise, no person in sight; / one must surely remember the appointed time of return.
Senior monk Ning, do you know or not?
The water is deep and sunken, the mud ox sleeps securely; / the mist is dense and curtained, the jade phoenix comes in stately grace.
Beating the drums, turning the boat, the sky is about to dawn; / a single sail hung high is blown by a favorable wind.