廣弘明集 20.20

20.20

皇上託應金輪均符玉鏡。低矜苦習續照慈燈。鶴樹還春龍泉更曉。玄水躍祥丹陵瀉電。功韜火化意覆雲名。智慧之光猶初日照。忍辱之力如明月珠。天成地平遐肅邇睦。澤漏無底化行靡外。滄河鏡淥碧海調風。停瑞氣於二辰。汎祥煙於五節。鱗羽被解羅之澤。黎元沐仁壽之慈。於是正化潛通法輪常轉。類空境之傳虛。猶懸河之瀉潤。儲君德彰妙像。體叡春瓊。視膳閑晨遊心法揵。搦管摛章。既㛹娟錦縟。清談論辯。亦參差玉照。夏啟恧德周頌慚風。乃於玄圃園。栖聚息心之英。並命陳徐之士極談永日講道終朝。賓從無聲芳香動氣。七辯懸流雙因俱啟。情遊彼岸理愜祇園。靈塔將涌天華乍落。于時藏秋仲節麗景妍晨。氣冷金扉霜浮玉琯。茲園邃密獨華勝地。朱堂玉砌碧水銀沙。鳥頡頏於瓊音。樹葳蕤於妙葉。液水穿流蓬山寫狀。風生月殿日照槐煙。綱叨籍殊寵陪奉塵末。預入寶樓竊窺妙簡。鳧興藻抃獨瑩心靈。敢作頌曰。

Our Sovereign, entrusted with the mandate of the Golden Wheel, matches the jade mirror. Lowering his gaze in pity at suffering habits, he keeps lit the lamp of compassion. The śāla trees return to spring; the Dragon Spring dawns anew. Dark waters leap with auspiciousness; red hills pour out lightning. His merit conceals fire transformations; his intent encompasses the fame of clouds. The light of wisdom is like the morning sun shining forth; the power of patience is like the bright moon pearl. Heaven is fulfilled and earth is tranquil; the distant are reverent and the near are harmonious. Moisture leaks without bottom; transformation spreads without boundary. The Cang River reflects green clarity; the blue sea tempers the winds. Halting auspicious airs in the two luminaries; floating propitious mists across the five seasonal festivals. Scaled and feathered creatures are favored with the release from nets; the common folk are bathed in the compassion of benevolence and longevity. Thereupon the correct transformation subtly spreads, and the Dharma wheel constantly turns, like an empty realm transmitting voidness, like an overflowing river pouring out moisture. The Heir Apparent's virtue manifests marvelous forms; his constitution is sagacious as spring jade. In quiet mornings after attending to meals, he wanders his mind in the Dharma treasuries. Gripping the brush and unfurling prose, his works are charming and richly embroidered; in pure conversation and debate, they sparkle like jade reflections. Xia Qi would feel abashed at his virtue; the Zhou Hymns would be ashamed of their airs. Thereupon, in the Xuanpu Garden, he gathered the elite who have calmed their minds, and summoned talents like Chen Lin and Xu Gan, holding ultimate discussions all day long, expounding the Way through the entire morning. The guests and attendants made no sound; sweet fragrances stirred the air. The seven eloquence-streams poured forth like a cascade; the two causes unfolded together. Their sentiments roamed the other shore; their insights harmonized with the Jeta Grove. The spiritual stupa was about to emerge; celestial flowers fell in sudden flurries. At this time, it was the middle season of autumn, with beautiful light on a lovely morning; cool air entered the golden gates, and frost floated upon the jade pipes. This garden is secluded and deep, uniquely splendid among renowned landscapes: vermilion halls and jade stairs, green waters and silver sands. Birds flutter to exquisite sounds; trees flourish with wondrous leaves. Liquid streams meander through; the forms of Mount Penglai are mirrored. Breeze rises from the Moon Palace; the sun shines through the locust tree mists. I, Gang, unworthy of such special favor, have been permitted to accompany at the very tail of the dust; having entered the jeweled pavilion in advance, I stealthily glimpsed the marvelous slips. With the joy of wild ducks and the clapping of ripples, my mind alone was made luminous. I dare to compose this praise, saying: