萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 6.60

6.60

Gathering up remaining thoughts, weary of the blossoms of worldly affairs, (The water is deep, the waves are still; knowledge is broad, the voice is lowered.) / Returning, what place is one's livelihood? (Growing very old, yet still not knowing where one abides.) / The woodcutter with the rotted axe-handle suspects there is no road; (A place where the sun and moon do not reach.) / Pot Master hanging in the tree wonderfully has a home. (A separate heaven and earth.) / On the night water, golden ripples float the shadow of the laurel; (Piercing through from top to bottom.) / In the autumn wind, an array of snow hems in the reed flowers. (Great and small are clearly distinct.) / The cold fish stays at the bottom and does not take the bait; (In vain is the line cast.) / When the mood is spent, with a clear song, he turns his raft around. (Again blown by the wind into a different tune.)