萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 2.8

2.8

"A fly perching on the tip of the steelyard beam tilts it at once; (One cannot cheat it by even a single dot.)
Through ten thousand generations, the balance reflects unevenness. (The peck is full, the steelyard weight rests.)
Pounds, ounces, drachms, and grains are clearly seen; (Do not misrecognise them.)
In the end, all concede to my zero mark." (Catch the intention at the tip of the hook.)