勅修百丈清規 2.7

2.7

Words of the memorial: "The great sea is serene, yet solitary we hear the surge of the tide-sound shaking all; the great void is vast and open, yet we gaze only upon the starry weave arrayed across it. Because the fundamental is great, the traces are manifest; when the time arrived, responsiveness met the capacity. To cause all sentient spirits to achieve right awakening, you manifested descent and birth from amid the five turbidities; shedding precious robes and donning soiled clothing, you bent your body to follow their course, abandoning the phantom city to ascend to the treasure place, clasping hands to return together. As your natal day comes round once more, your great kindness cannot be repaid. We humbly pray: Fan the true wind in the degenerate age; raise high the wisdom-sun in the midday sky. With neither Buddha nor Māra, dharma upon dharma proclaims the jade verses; neither defiled nor pure, dust-speck upon dust-speck bathes the golden body."