佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 9.18

9.18

"Bah! This old Vimalakīrti, (Why 'Bah' him? Three thousand blows in the morning, eight hundred in the evening; saying 'Bah' does no good—thirty blows of the staff should be given!) / Out of compassion, emptily gives rise to grief. (Why pity him? One naturally has the precious sword of the Vajra King; increasing ignorance over someone else's idle business—laboring without achievement.) / He lies ill in Vaiśālī, (Brought about because of whom? Implicating all people.) / His whole body utterly emaciated. (Put illness aside for a moment; why is his mouth like a shoulder-pole? He cannot eat rice, and he cannot draw breath.) / When the ancestral master of the seven Buddhas came, (When a guest comes, one must attend to him; when a thief comes, one must beat him. Flocking in groups, one must indeed be an adept to handle it.) / The single room was swept again and again. (This still remains! So it turns out he was making a living in a ghost cave.) / When asked about the non-dual gate, (If there were anything that could be said, he had already said it. Striking, he said, "Venerable Sir, it cannot be found either.") / At that moment he was leaned against and knocked down. (Heavens, heavens! What did he say?) / Not leaned against and knocked down— (Gaining life amid death; breath still remains.) / Nowhere to search for the golden-haired lion." (Bah! Do you still see it? Heavens, heavens!)