萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.32

3.32

"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.)