萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 2.68

2.68

Pines are straight, briars crooked; cranes are long, ducks short—(Do not touch them)
In the era of Fuxi, people all forgot order and chaos. (Casually carved out and solid)
In its rest: a submerged dragon in the deep; (Even the Buddha-eye cannot catch sight of it)
In its ease: a soaring bird freed from its tether. (Even chopping off one's head, one cannot reach it)
Out of nowhere, the ancestral master came from the West, (The upper beam is not straight)
And within it, gain and loss are split half and half. (The lower pillars are uneven)
Tumbleweed follows the wind and whirls through the void; (Karmic consciousness is vast, with no root to rely on)
A boat cuts across the current and arrives at the shore. (Hoisting the sail with the current, it is hard to encounter such ease)
Among them, sharp patchrobed monks—(A drunkard cursing in the street; who dares take it on?)
Behold Qingliang's method! (I have it here too, but rarely meet the person for it)