萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 6.24

6.24

A fledgling with nine envelopes, (The wings are already fully formed.) / A steed of a thousand leagues. (Its spiritual prowess is likewise complete.) / The true wind passes through the pipes; (A single aperture is hollow and open.) / The wondrous mechanism springs from the pivot. (With a single turn, it spins.) / Coming head-on, the flashing lightning is swift; (It brooks no hesitation.) / Where deluded clouds break, the sun stands alone. (The radiance of old.) / Stroking the tiger's whiskers— (Who beneath Wansong's gate would dare?) / do you see or not? (Quick, fix your eyes on it!) / Here is a heroic, great man! (Alas for the doting grandmother's deep concern!)