人天眼目 6.157

6.157

鑑上時時拂舊痕。鳥啼花笑幾回春。白蓮峯頂無消息。
鐵鉢輸他踏碓人。

Upon the mirror, from time to time, he wiped away the old traces;
Birds sang and flowers laughed through how many springs?
Atop the White Lotus Peak, there is no news;
The iron alms-bowl was conceded to the man treading the mortar.