佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 1.39

1.39

"The spring wind of the river country cannot stir it up; (Throughout the great earth where can this message be found? The pattern is already manifest.)
Partridges cry amidst the deep blossoms. (What is the use of muttering? Swept away again by the wind into a different tune. How could there be such a thing?)
Three tiers of waves rise high, and the fish turns into a dragon; (This single path is open. Better not hoodwink the great assembly. Stepping on the dragon's head.)
Foolish men are still bailing out the night pond's water." (Clutching fences and feeling walls, knocking at gates and leaning on doors. What use has a patch-robed monk? Waiting by the tree stump for a hare.)