佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 2.9

2.9

"The golden crow is swift; (The left eye is half a pound. A fast hawk cannot catch up. Stretching out his body in the flames.)
The jade rabbit is rapid. (The right eye is eight ounces. Making a nest in Heng'e's palace.)
How could a skillful response ever touch upon things lightly? (Like a bell when struck; like a valley receiving an echo.)
Displaying matters and matching dynamic sharpness, he meets Dongshan; (Mistaking the mark on the steelyard. Naturally it is the Ācārya who sees it this way.)
A lame turtle and a blind tortoise enter an empty valley. (He admits it and walks away. In the same pit there is no different dirt. Who killed your hawk?)
Clustered flowers, clustered brocade— (A two-fold gong'an. Bound over on a single indictment. Just the same as before.)
Bamboo of the south, wood of the north! (A three-fold one too. A four-fold gong'an. Adding a head on top of a head.)
One recalls Minister Lu of Changqing, (A lazy boy pulls a companion along. This mountain monk is also like this; Xuedou is also like this.)
Who understood that one ought to laugh and not weep. (Haha! Blue sky! In the middle of the night, adding further grievance and bitter pain.)
Bah!" (Bah! What is that? Striked at once!)