廣弘明集 16.43

16.43

暮春美景風雲韶麗。蘭葉堪把沂川可浴。弟邵南寡訟。時綴甘棠之陰。冀州為政。暫止褰襜之務。唐景薦大言之賦。安太述連環之辯。盡遊玩之美致足樂耶。吾春初臥疾極成委弊。雖西山白鹿懼不能瘉。子豫赤丸尚憂未振。高臥六安。每思扁鵲之問。靜然四屋。念絕修都之香。豈望文殊之來。獨思吳客之辯。屬以皇上慈被率土甘露聿宣。鳴銀鼓於寶坊。轉金輪於香地。法雷驚夢慧日暉朝。道俗輻湊遠邇畢集。聽眾白黑日可兩三萬。獨以疾障致隔聞道。豈止楊濮有關外之傷。周南起留滯之恨。第十三日始侍法筵。所以君長近還未堪執筆。敬祖前邁裁欲勝衣。每自念此。慜然失慮。江之永矣。寤寐相思。每得弟書輕痾遣疾。尋別有信。此無所申。

In the fine scenery of late spring, the wind and clouds are radiant and beautiful. The orchid leaves can be held in hand, and one can bathe in the Yi River. In Shaonan, you, my brother, have few litigations, at times resting beneath the shade of the sweet pear; governing Jizhou, you temporarily pause the affairs of lifting carriage screens. Tang Jing presented the rhapsody of great words; An Tai expounded the eloquence of linked rings. Exhausting the beauty of recreation, is it not truly delightful? In early spring, I lay ill, becoming utterly worn out and depleted. Even with the white deer of the Western Mountains, I fear I could not recover; with Ziyu's red pill, I still worry about not rallying. Lying prostrate in Liu'an, I often think of Bian Que's inquiries; quietly resting within four walls, my thoughts are cut off from the incense of the cultivated capital. How could I expect Mañjuśrī's arrival? I merely think of the eloquence of the guest from Wu. Just then, our Emperor's compassion covered the whole realm, and amṛta was proclaimed. The silver drum was sounded at the treasured monastery, and the golden wheel was turned on the fragrant earth. The Dharma thunder startled dreams, and the wisdom sun illuminated the morning. Monastics and laity converged like spokes, gathering from far and near. The audience of lay and ordained numbered some twenty or thirty thousand a day. Yet I alone, obstructed by illness, was prevented from hearing the Dharma. How could this merely be Yang Pu's sorrow beyond the passes, or the regret of delay in Zhounan? On the thirteenth day, I only then attended the Dharma banquet. That is why when Junzhang recently returned, I was unable to hold a brush. Jingzu advanced earlier, barely able to bear his clothes. Whenever I reflect on this, I am afflicted and lose my bearings. The River is so long; waking and sleeping, I long for you. Every time I receive my brother's letter, my minor ailments are dispelled. There will soon be another messenger; here I have nothing more to express.