佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 5.23

5.23

Pressing hard, he once jostled the old awl; (Why press against this old fellow? Jostling, where does he go?)
How many people know the weight of the seven-catty robe? (Coming again, it's not worth half a coin. Causing his mouth to be like a shoulder pole. Yet once more he has won a point over him.)
Now tossed into West Lake, (One must have Xuedou's hands and feet to get it. This mountain monk doesn't want it either.)
To whom is the pure breeze of a loaded boat entrusted? (From antiquity to the present. Tell me, Xuedou chimes in with him and sets down a footnote for him. One son intimately obtains it.)