佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 3.37

3.37

Patriarchs and Buddhas have never acted for people (Each guards his own boundary. / Following the branch and clinging to the branch. / Remembering the base of the character 'yuan' in mind. / Entering hell like an arrow.), / Patch-robed monks through ancient and modern compete to run headlong (Wearing out straw sandals, snapping carrying poles, hanging high the alms bowls.).
The bright mirror on the stand displays differing forms (Fallen! Broken! / Smashing the mirror, I'll meet with you.): / Each faces south to look at the Northern Dipper (Do you see this old monk riding the Buddha hall out the mountain gate? / In the kingdom of Silla he once ascended the hall; in the Great Tang they have not yet beaten the drum.).
The Dipper handle hangs down (Not even knowing where it drops. / Where is it?)— / There is no place to search (Blind! What a pity. / The bowl falls to the ground; the saucer shatters into seven or eight pieces.). / Taking hold of the nostrils, one loses the mouth (Where did he get this news? / Indeed it is thus. / Give him a blow!).