人天眼目 6.186

6.186

一曲風前格調高。金簫玉管謾徒勞。木人奏得碧雲合。
石女吹回煖氣多。清韵逈然超世界。
妙音忘聽了秋毫。相逢若遇知音者。吹起儂家劫外歌。

A single tune before the wind has a lofty style;
Golden pipes and jade flutes labor in vain.
A wooden man plays it, and azure clouds gather;
A stone woman blows it, bringing back an abundance of warm air.
The pure melody exceptionally transcends the world;
The wondrous sound transcends hearing, discerning the finest autumn hair.
If on meeting you encounter one who knows the sound,
Blow and raise our song from beyond the kalpas!