萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 1.168

1.168

"Right and not right—(A slender-waisted drum struck on both ends.)
Look closely at the snare! (The head is already thrust inside.)
Seeming to suppress, seeming to extol, (A hand raising, a hand pushing down.)
Hard to choose between the elder and younger brother. (Head high, head low.)
Giving rein—the other was already responding to the moment; (Turning over the hand, it is clouds.)
Depriving—why should I make a special point? (Overturning the hand, it is rain.)
The gold staff once shaken is so singularly aloft; (Transcending dust and leaving the mundane.)
Thrice circling the rope-seated chair, a leisurely playful sport. (Swinging the arms while walking.)
In the monasteries, confusion reigns, rights and wrongs arise; (A dwarf watching a play.)
Like seeing ghosts before a skull." (If a house has a drawing of Baize, it surely has no such strange spectres.)