[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) › 20.14 # 廣弘明集 20.14 廣弘明集 20.14 - **Language:** Classical Chinese ### [20.14](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20.14) 綱啟竊以。舜韶始唱靈儀自舞。陳律裁暄風心競蕚。輕禽短葉尚識音光。沐善歡心寧忘撫抃。伏惟殿下。體高玄蹟養道春禁。牢籠文圃漁獵義河。注意龍宮研心寶印。雲聚生什之才。並命應王之匹。探微析理怡然不倦。朱華景月詎此忘罷屬。素藏晚節玄英初氣。霜竹浮陰風梧散葉。從容雅論實會神衷。綱輕生多幸屬此休世。緣跗奉渥得備磐蕃。而黏蠅未拔迷象不羈。寶沒醉衣珠沈勇額。得聞勝善寧忘歌詠。謹上玄圃園講頌一首。文慚綺發思闕彫英。徒懷舞蹈之心。終愧清風之藻。冐昧呈聞。追深𧹞汗。謹啟。 > Gang respectfully submits: I have heard that when the Shao music of Shun was first sung, divine forms danced of their own accord; when the pitch-pipes of Chen brought the warm breeze, the hearts of plants vied in sprouting calyxes. Even light birds and short leaves recognize sounds and light; how then could one bathed in goodness and joyful at heart forget clapping and dancing? Prostrate, I reflect that Your Highness has a nature that rises high above worldly traces, cultivating the Way in the Spring Palace. You encompass the garden of letters and fish the river of profound meaning; your intention focuses on the Dragon Palace, and your heart scrutinizes the precious seal. Talents like Daosheng and Kumārajīva gather like clouds; peers of Ying Yang and Wang Can are summoned together. Exploring the subtle and analyzing principle, you are joyful and tireless; how could the beauty of vermilion blossoms or the bright moon ever distract you? Now it is the late autumn season, the first breath of early winter; frosted bamboos cast floating shade, and wutong trees shed their leaves in the wind. Your leisurely and elegant discussions truly accord with the divine heart. I, Gang, with my petty life, am most fortunate to encounter this glorious age; by the grace of blood ties I am favored to rank among the imperial clansmen. Yet like a fly trapped in glue I am not yet free, like an unbridled wild elephant I run uncontrolled; the jewel lies submerged within drunken robes, the pearl is buried in the forehead of the warrior. Having heard of such supreme excellence, how could I forget to sing praises? I respectfully present one poem of praise on the lecture in the Xuanpu Garden. Its style is ashamed of lacking brilliant flourishes, its thought falls short of intricate refinement. In vain do I cherish the impulse to dance in joy, yet in the end I feel embarrassed before the beauty of pure airs. Presumptuously I present it for your attention, followed by deep fluster and sweat. Respectfully submitted. > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 20.13](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20.13) - [Next: 20.15](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20.15) - [Up: 20](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103~en-mt.20.14) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20.14](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.20.14) · Pramāṇa