人天眼目 6.184

6.184

威音那畔曾拈得。袖裏密藏非黑白。三關擊碎浪濤平。
萬法鎚開天地窄。團團覿面露規模。
了了圓成無比格。高提祖印發光寒。直得毘耶口掛壁。

Held up once beyond the realm of Bhīṣmagarjitasvararāja,
Secretly hidden in the sleeve, it is neither black nor white.
Striking through the three barriers, the billows become calm;
Hammering open the ten thousand dharmas, heaven and earth become narrow.
Round and circular, facing directly, it reveals its model;
Clear and complete, it has an incomparable standard.
Holding high the ancestral seal, it casts a chill radiance,
Causing Vimalakīrti to hang his mouth upon the wall.