廣弘明集 28.77

28.77

菩薩蕭法車置郵。大士劉智藏侍者。自林宗遄反玄度言歸。以結元禮之心。彌益真長之歎。故以臨風望美對月懷賢。有勞寤寐無忘興寢。方今玄冥在節歲聿云遒。日似青緹雲浮紅蘂。清臺炭重北宮井溢。想禪悅為娛。稍符九次。成誦之功轉探三密。山間芳杜。自有松竹之娛。巖穴鳴琴。非無薜蘿之致。修德之暇差足樂也。昔韓梅兩福求羊二仲。鄭林騰名於憑翊。周黨傳芳於大原。或有百鎰可捐千金非貴。松子為餐蒲根是服。未有高蹈真如歸宗法海。梵王四鶴。集林籞而相鳴。帝釋千馬。經丘園而跼步。有一於此。猶或稱奇。兼而總之。何其盛也。故知南臨之水已類呂梁之川。北眺之山彌同武安之嶺。豈復還思漵浦。尚想彊臺。睠彼漢池載懷荒谷。以此相求。心可知矣。僕久厭塵邦。本懷人外。加以服膺常住諷味了因。彌用思齊每增求友。常欲登却月之嶺。蔭偃蓋之松。挹璇玉之源。解蓮華之劍。藩維有限脫屣無由。每坐向詡之床。恒思管寧之榻。夢匡山而太息。想桓亭而延佇。白雲間之蒼江不極。未因抵掌我勞如何。想無金玉數存。抑亦弱水難航。猶致書於青鳥。派川弗遠。佇芳音於赤玉。鶴望還信以代萱蘇。得志忘言。此寧多述。法車叩頭叩頭。

The Bodhisattva Xiao Fache sends this message by post to the Attendant Liu Zhizang, the Great Being. Since Linzong swiftly returned and Xuandu came back home, it has deepened Yuanli's feelings and added to Zhenchang's sighs. Thus, facing the wind, I gaze toward your excellence; facing the moon, I yearn for the virtuous. Wearied waking and sleeping, I never forget you rising or resting. At present, the god of water Xuanming rules the season, and the year is swiftly drawing to a close. The sun is like green silk; the clouds drift like red pistils. The charcoal at the astronomical terrace weighs heavy; the wells of the Northern Palace overflow. I imagine you take joy in dhyāna bliss, gradually corresponding with the nine stages; and with the merit of full recitation, you ever more probe the three secrets. Among the mountains' fragrant pollens, you naturally enjoy the pines and bamboos; upon the cliffs where the zither sounds, you lack not the charm of climbing-figs. In leisure from cultivating virtue, it is quite sufficient for joy. In ancient times, Han and Mei were two blessed men; Yang and the two Zhong brothers sought solitude; Zheng Lin spread his renown in Pingyi; and Zhou Dang bequeathed his fragrant name in Taiyuan. Some could cast away hundreds of yi, regarding thousands of gold as having no value, eating pine nuts for food and wearing rush-roots for clothing. Yet none walked aloft in Suchness or took refuge in the ancestral ocean of Dharma. The four cranes of the Brahmā King flock together and cry out in the forest park; the thousand horses of Śakra step with bended knees past hills and gardens. If even one of these occurred, it was deemed extraordinary; how much more so when uniting and mastering them all—how magnificent! Thus we know the water looking south already resembles the river of Lüliang; the mountain gazed at to the north is ever more like the ridge of Wu'an. How could you ever look back with longing on Xupu, or still yearn for the Qiang Terrace? Gazing back toward the pool of Han, you bear thoughts of the desolate valley. Seeking each other through this, our hearts can well be known. I have long been weary of the dusty realm, originally cherishing transcendence beyond men. Moreover, devoted to the Permanence [of the Buddha-nature] and relishing the direct cause, I am all the more moved to emulate worthies and ever increase my pursuit of friends. I have always wished to ascend the ridge of Queyue, shelter under the canopy-like pine, draw from the spring of jade and jasper, and untie the sword of the lotus flower. But the bounds of the fief are limited, and I have no means to slip off my sandals. Ever sitting on the bed of Xiang Xu, I constantly think of the couch of Guan Ning. Dreaming of Mount Kuang, I sigh deeply; yearning for the Huanting pavilion, I linger in anticipation. Between the white clouds, the dark blue river stretches without end. Having found no occasion to clap hands in meeting, how can my longing be eased? I imagine you hold no gold or jade dear, and moreover the Weak Water is hard to navigate; yet I still send this letter via the bluebird. The tributary stream is not far; awaiting your fragrant message in the red jade, I crane my neck for the return letter to take the place of the sorrow-dispelling daylily. When the intent is achieved, words are forgotten; why need I say much here? Fache knocks his head to the ground, knocks his head to the ground.