[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) › 23.34 # 廣弘明集 23.34 廣弘明集 23.34 - **Language:** Classical Chinese ### [23.34](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23.34) 在尚尚王。歌鳳伊洛。逸路翔雲。高軒鳴鶴。靈源世流。幽人代作。歸來之子。跨古逢運。結𨅊承風。遵途襲問。緯玉則溫。經金斯振。歲學尚幼。年盈數始。令德既軒。其秀唯起。鋒頴萬代。風標千里。情愛相輕。家國如草。達矣哲人。獨肆玄寶。總駕七覺。飛案八道。三江多靜。湛勝廬山地去萬物。軌跡停玄。遼遼清慧。結宇承烟。前驅群有。首路人天。吾生製融。集彼清風。業流善會。情竦妙同。白日春上。素月秋中。方寸無底。六合可窮。卓彼羅什。三界特秀。真俗冠冕。神道領袖。若人對響。承車即𨅊。沙漠織寒。長風負雪。投袂氷霜。攬裾暮節。誰斯問津。悠焉在哲。莊衿老帶。孔思周情。百時如一。京載獨開。胸地既滿。顧惟糟魄。移此無生。悽居樹席。妙入環中。道出形上。所謂伊人。玄途獨亮。智虛于情。照實其相。生住無住。異壞相尋。羅什就古。慧遠去今。匠石何運。伯牙罷音。殷憂逃遁。昔還爾心。東巖解迹。削景若邪。早帳風首。春席雲阿。流庭結草。澓渚含波。月軒東秀。日落西華。情步不辭。寢興高絕。白雲臨操。清風練節。經綸五道。提衡六趣。四諦歸想。三乘總路。生滅在法。諸行難常。哲人薪盡。舊火移光。白日投晦。中春起霜。嗚呼哀哉。昔余紈髮。早讌清衿。送志悲歲。迎韻者心。家貧親老。耕而弗飽。就檄追歡。身素孤夭。既隔于形。徒通以道。自我從病。高榭東山。明月途靜。白雲路閑。承松吐嘯。風上舒言。咨予戴侯。風居涼峻。佇館伊人。流心酌韻。如何高期。隔成幽顯。五弦喪弄。三𨢩誰醆。嗚呼哀哉。山泉同罷。松竹哀涼。秋朝霜露。寒夜嚴長。嗚呼哀哉。孤猨將思。旅雁聲時。廣開性品。無情者誰。連臺成草。比館唯悲。存亡既代。物色長衰。嗚呼哀哉。蒼生失御。萬物無歸。陰爽就夜。重陽頓暉。嗚呼哀哉。伊四望之茫茫。愴余心之悄悄。雖淚至之有端。固憂來其無兆。隱（於靳反）長思以歎悲。諒縱橫於言表。嗚呼哀哉。 > "In ancient times, high was the king; > Singing of the phoenix by the Yi and Luo. > On the untrammeled road he soared in the clouds; > In the tall chariot cranes called out. > The spiritual fountain flowed through generations; > Secluded recluses arose across eras. > This child who has returned > Straddled antiquity to meet his moment. > With robes gathered up he received the spirit, > Traversed the path and inherited instruction. > Weaving with jade, he was warm; > Measuring with gold, he rang clear. > His years of study were still tender, > His age had just completed its first decade. > His fine virtue having already risen high, > His elegance simply flourished. > A sharp blade for ten thousand generations, > A wind-swept exemplar across a thousand leagues. > Emotional attachments were held light; > Family and state were like weeds. > Discerning was the wise man, > Solitary in unfolding the mysterious treasure. > Guiding all within the seven limbs of awakening, > Flying across the eightfold path. > The Three Rivers were mostly quiet; > Profoundly surpassing Mount Lu. > In a place remote from all things, > His tracks halted in the mystery. > Distantly lofty was his pure wisdom; > Building his lodge, he received the mist. > Foremost leader through the realms of being, > Pathfinder for gods and humans. > Our life is shaped by harmony, > Gathering at that pure breeze. > Karmic streams met auspiciously; > Feelings were stirred in wondrous accord. > The bright sun in early spring; > The white moon at mid-autumn. > His mind was bottomless; > The six directions could be encompassed. > Eminent was that Kumārajīva, > Distinctly superior in the three realms; > Crown of the ultimate and conventional, > Leader of the spiritual path. > If that man echoed in response, > Boarding the carriage, he was right at his heels. > Across deserts weaving the cold, > A long wind carrying snow; > Shaking his sleeves against ice and frost, > Gathering his skirts in the late year. > Who is there now to ask the way? > From afar it rests with the wise. > Zhuangzi’s lapel and Laozi’s sash, > Confucius's thought and the sentiments of Zhou. > A hundred eras seemed as one; > The profound store was uniquely unlocked. > His chest having been filled, > He looked back upon these as mere dregs. > Turning toward this unborn state, > He dwelled mournfully on a mat beneath a tree. > Wondrously entering the center of the ring, > The Way transcends physical form. > Such indeed was that person, > Uniquely illuminating the mysterious path. > Wisdom empty of emotion, > It truly illuminated their marks. > Arising, abiding, and non-abiding; > Change and destruction pursue one another. > Kumārajīva went to antiquity; > Huiyuan has departed from the present. > Where does Master Shi apply his adze? > Boya has silenced his strings. > Deep grief flees away; > Of old it returned to your heart. > Erasing his footprints on the Eastern Crag, > Retiring his shadow at Ruoye. > Early curtains at the head of the wind; > Spring mats in the curve of the clouds. > Grass gathered in the courtyards with streams; > Surging shores harboring waves. > A moonlit veranda to the east stood eminent; > The setting sun sank in western beauty. > In emotional pacing he never relented; > His lying down and rising were elevated and rare. > White clouds looked upon his conduct; > Pure winds refined his discipline. > Structuring the five destinies, > Holding the scales for the six realms. > The four truths gather reflections; > The three vehicles unite the paths. > Arising and ceasing reside in dharmas; > All conditioned things are difficult to keep constant. > The wise man’s firewood is consumed; > The ancient fire has moved its light. > The bright sun plunges into darkness; > In mid-spring frost arises. > Alas, how mournful! > In the past, when my hair was still bound, > Early on I feasted with his pure robe. > Sending off my intentions, I lamented the passing years; > Welcoming his resonance was my mind. > My family was poor and my parents old; > Farming, yet not having enough to eat. > Answering the summons to pursue joy, > My person was plain, solitary, and weak. > Already separated in physical form, > In vain we communicated through the Way. > Ever since I fell ill, > I resided in the tall lodge on Eastern Mountain. > Along the clear moon’s path it was quiet; > Along the white clouds' road it was peaceful. > Catching the pines, I let out a whistle; > Above the wind, I voiced my words. > Alas, my Lord Dai! > Living in the wind, cool and steep. > Pausing at the lodge for that person, > Pouring out his heart to savor the resonance. > How could this noble expectation > Be separated into darkness and light? > The five strings have lost their play; > Who now pours the wine of three measures? > Alas, how mournful! > Mountain and spring both cease together; > Pines and bamboo are mournful and cold. > An autumn morning of frost and dew; > A cold night, rigorous and long. > Alas, how mournful! > The solitary ape will voice its longing; > The wandering wild geese cry in season. > Broadly opening the nature of dharmas, > Who is there without feeling? > Terraces in row have turned to grass; > Adjacent lodges bring only sorrow. > Life and death have taken their turns; > The sights of the world are in lasting decline. > Alas, how mournful! > The common people have lost their guide; > The ten thousand things have nowhere to turn. > The yin soul enters the night; > The pure yang suddenly loses its brightness. > Alas, how mournful! > Oh, the boundless expanse in all four directions! > How my heart is struck with deep sorrow! > Although tears have their cause when they fall, > Grief indeed arrives without an omen. > Concealing long thoughts to sigh in lamentation, > Truly it spills over beyond words. > Alas, how mournful!" > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 23.33](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23.33) - [Next: 23.35](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23.35) - [Up: 23](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103~en-mt.23.34) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23.34](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2103.23.34) · Pramāṇa