如淨和尚語錄 2.116

2.116

This is the hairy monk of Jingci; / His mouth speaks of fortune and misfortune with certainty. / Day by day, following conditions, he goes to attend feasts; / He is called a two-legged treasury of merit. / Carving and decorating a thousand Buddhas, laying out the flagstones of the two corridors, / Judging all mountain demons and water sprites, in charge of the hall of the five hundred arhats; / As for repairing bridges, building roads, / And dealing with the bathhouse master and neighborhood quarters: / Hearing of any good deed, he is like a fly smelling blood; / Hearing of any bad deed, he is like a crab dropped into boiling water. / Sometimes disorderly and unkempt, / Like the joyful old fellow Wanhui; / Sometimes stumbling and reckless, / Like the mad monk Budai. / When he gets a single coin, it never drops to the ground; / Folding his ten-clawed hands, he constantly thanks Heaven. / Plain and straightforward through and through, without a speck of dust. / Therefore, stirring good-hearted dānapatis, / They painted this kind of mug. / And tell me: how can it be compared? / In the middle of the eighth month, the cool of the night; / A single round moon shines on the waters of West Lake.