緇門警訓 6.56

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三界悠悠一囹圄羈鎖生靈受酸楚。本來面目久沈埋。野馬無韁恣飄鼓。欲火燒殘功德林。逝波傾入無明塢。紛紛萬類器中蚊。啾啾鳴亂沈還舉。亦曾天帝殿中遊。也向閻公鍋裏煮。循環又撞入胞胎。交搆腥臊成沫聚。一包膿血暫扶持。數莖白骨權撐拄。七情馳騎不知歸。六賊爭鋒誰作主。春風不改昔時波。依舊貪嗔若狼虎。改頭換面弄機關。忍氣吞聲受辛苦。貴賤賢愚我與人。是非榮辱今猶古。金烏玉兔自摩空。雪鬂朱顏盡成土。我嗟瞥地一何晚。隨波逐浪空流轉。追思古聖與先賢。掩袂令人獨羞赧。而今捉住主人翁。生死魔來我誰管。昔時伎倆莫施呈。今日生涯須自勉。是非窟裡莫回頭。聲利門前高著眼。但於自己覓愆尤。肯與時流較長短。一點靈光直照西。萬端塵事任舒卷。不於蝸角竊虛名。獨向金臺預高選。從他病死與生老。只此一回相括惱。修行惟有下稍難。豎起脊梁休放倒。莫教錯認定盤星。自家牢守衣中寶。願同法界冤與親。共駕白牛遊直道。

The three realms drift on, a single prison-house, / where bound and chained, sentient beings suffer bitter sorrow. / The original face has long been submerged and buried; / like wild horses without reins, they drift and gallop at will. / The fires of desire burn down the forest of merit; / the flowing waves plunge into the cove of ignorance. / Swarming manifold kinds are as mosquitoes within a vessel, / buzzing and crying in confusion, sinking only to rise again. / They have wandered in the palace of the Lord of Heaven, / and have also been boiled in King Yama's cauldron. / Cycling round, they collide once more into the womb, / foul and fishy copulation forming a mass of foam. / A bag of pus and blood temporarily props them up; / a few white bones provisionally hold them erect. / The seven emotions gallop like steeds, knowing no return; / the six thieves clash in battle—who takes mastery? / The spring wind does not alter the waves of yesteryear; / greed and anger remain as fierce as wolves and tigers. / Changing faces and shifting shapes, they play out crafty schemes; / swallowing their resentment and holding their breath, they suffer toil and pain. / Noble and base, worthy and foolish, self and others; / right and wrong, glory and disgrace, are now just as of old. / The golden crow and jade hare rub across the sky of their own accord; / snowy temples and rosy cheeks all turn to dust. / I lament: how late came this sudden awakening! / Drifting with the waves and following the swells, vainly tumbling along. / When I recall the ancient sages and bygone worthies, / covering my sleeve leaves me alone in deep shame. / But now that I have seized hold of the host, / though the Māra of birth and death arrives, who cares for it? / Display no more the tricks and artifices of former days; / in today's livelihood one must encourage oneself. / In the lair of right and wrong, do not turn your head; / before the gates of fame and gain, set your sights high. / Only search for faults within yourself; / why be willing to contest lengths with worldly currents? / A single point of numinous light shines straight to the West; / let myriad worldly affairs unfold and roll up as they will. / Do not steal hollow fame on a snail's horn; / go alone to the golden dais to be enrolled in the high selection. / Let illness and death, birth and old age proceed as they will; / only this once shall they trouble me. / In cultivation, only the final outcome is hard; / straighten your spine and do not let it collapse. / Do not let yourself mistake the steelyard's zero-mark; / firmly safeguard the jewel within your own clothing. / I vow that together with all enemies and kin in the dharmadhātu, / we may ride the great white ox and travel the straight path.