萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.32

3.32

一喚迴頭識我不（真白拈賊有甚難見）依俙蘿月又成鉤（藏身露影）
千金之子纔流落（𫺬風雖破骨骼猶存）漠漠窮途有許愁（小器不大量）

"A single call, a turning of the head—do you recognize me or not? (A true overt thief; what is difficult to see?)
Vaguely, the moon over the vines forms a hook once more. (Hiding the body while exposing the shadow.)
The scion of a thousand pieces of gold has just fallen into wandering; (Though the straw rain-hat is broken, the skeleton remains.)
Vast and bleak along the dead-end road, there is so much sorrow." (A small vessel lacks great capacity.)