宏智禪師廣錄 8.175

8.175

Who continues the illumination of the Buddha lamp for me?
It is truly as when the lotus opens, awakening from the great dream.
The fragrant grass has the intention to preserve purity and whiteness;
The orchid oil has no feet, yet settles in clear, cold green.
Quietly tilling beyond transformation, how could one know night?
True illumination inside the bottle is unaware of darkness.
What affair do the descendants of the lineage transmit?
Allowing its radiant brilliance to illuminate the gateway of our school.