[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Indian literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in) › [Buddhist Literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha) › [Taishō Tripiṭaka (Chinese Buddhist canon)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho) › [廣弘明集](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103) › 16.37 # 廣弘明集 16.37 廣弘明集 16.37 - **Language:** Classical Chinese ### [16.37](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16.37) 綱白。闊絕音旨每用延結。風嚴寒勁。願比怡和。伏承淨名法席親承金口。辭珍鹿苑理愜鷲山。微密祕藏於斯既隆。莊嚴道場自茲彌闡。豈止心燈夜炳亦乃意蘂晨飛。思理弘明本長內教。今陪十善之車。開八政之路。流波若之水洗意識之塵。以此春翹方為秋實。綱每憶華林勝集亦叨末位。終朝竟夜沐浴妙言。至於席罷日餘退休傍省。携手登臨兼展談笑。仰望九層俯窺百尺。金池動月玉樹含風。當於此時足稱法樂。今卷帷之部乘傅一隅。聞慧雨滂流喜躍充遍。徒仰懸河無由承稟。空無所有不瑩情靈。緣癡有愛自嗟難拔。兼下車以來義言益少。舊憶已盡新解未飡。既慚口誦復非心辯。永謝寫瓶終慚染疊。是則慈雲既擁智海亦深。影末波餘希時灑拂。但睽違轉積興言盈瞼。願加敬納。言不宣心。謹白。 > Gang speaks: News from you has long been cut off, and I am ever anxious with longing. The wind is stern and the cold is bitter; I hope that you are tranquil and harmonious. I respectfully understand that at the Vimalakīrti Dharma assembly you personally received the words from the golden mouth. The treasured words rivaled Mṛgadāva; the principles were as congenial as Gṛdhrakūṭa. Here the subtle and secret treasury has flourished, and from here the adorned bodhimaṇḍa has been further propagated. Not only did the mind-lamp shine at night, but the blossoms of thought also took flight in the morning. Your expansive thoughts of broad clarity were originally superior in the inner teachings. Now you accompany the chariot of the ten virtues and open the road of the eight governings; flowing with the waters of prajñā, you wash away the dust of mental consciousness. To put forth spring sprouts in this way will surely yield autumn fruits. I ever recall the splendid gathering at Hualin, where I also humbly occupied the lowest seat. From morning to night, we bathed in wondrous words. When the assembly was over and the day lingered, we retired to the side pavilion; hand in hand, we ascended high places and engaged in conversation and laughter. Looking up at the nine stories, peering down upon a hundred cubits: the moon stirred in the golden pond, and the jade trees held the breeze. At that time, it was truly worthy of being called Dharma joy. Now I have rolled up my carriage curtains and ride post horses in a remote corner. Hearing that the rain of wisdom is pouring down, I am filled with leaping joy. In vain I gaze up at your torrent of eloquence, with no way to receive your teachings. I am empty and have nothing, unable to brighten my inner spirit; conditioned by delusion, love arises, and I sigh that it is hard to extricate myself. Furthermore, since descending from my carriage, doctrinal discussions have become ever fewer. Old memories are exhausted, and new understandings have not yet been tasted. I feel ashamed of reciting by mouth, and I also lack mental eloquence. I am forever unsuited to receive the poured vessel, and ever ashamed before the dyed cloth. Thus, as the clouds of compassion gather and the ocean of wisdom is deep, I hope that at times a few drops from the edge of the shadows and the remnants of the waves may be sprinkled upon me. But separation accumulates more and more, and words of longing fill my eyes. I hope you will graciously receive this. My words do not fully convey my heart. Respectfully stated. > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 16.36](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16.36) - [Next: 16.38](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16.38) - [Up: 16](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103~en-mt.16.37) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16.37](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.16.37) · Pramāṇa