人天眼目 3.91

3.91

月夜長鯨蛻甲開。大背摩天振雲翼。
翔遊鳥道䫫難該。

On a moonlit night the great whale molts its armor and opens forth;
Its great back brushes heaven, shaking its cloudy wings;
Soaring and roaming the bird's path, it can hardly be categorized.