萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.87

3.87

Retracting (where can it be placed?), / Grasping and cutting off the throat (just right to turn the body and exhale). / Wind polishes, clouds wipe away (the fine dust must be gone); / Waters grow cold, the autumn sky (forged into a single piece). // Brocade-scaled [fish], do not say they have no flavor (no shortage of fishy stink); / Hooking up all the clear waves, the moon is a single hook (not disturbing the pure ripples, the meaning is distinct of itself).