萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 2.62

2.62

One falling, one rising: the snow lion in the courtyard—(Just like a living one)
Cautious about violation, yet harboring benevolence. (Those who know the law are fearful)
Courageous in action, seeing what is right; (Seeing injustice on the road)
Pure light shining in the eyes seems like losing one's way home. (Not distinguishing east from west)
Turning around in clarity, he still falls into rank; (Climbing yet one more flight of stairs)
A patchrobed monk has nowhere to lodge at all. (Just getting through a lifetime)
Dying together, living together—what is "this," what is "that"? (Axes and cleavers cannot chop it apart)
A warm message bursts the plum: spring arrives at the cold branch; (Obtaining the soul-returning incense)
A cool gust strips the leaves: autumn clarifies the standing puddles. (Coming to strike the poison-smeared drum)