廣弘明集 28.86

28.86

弟子孤子筠頓首稽首和南。弟子釁結幽明備嬰荼蓼。攀援崩踊肌髓糜潰。尋繹煩冤肝腸寸斷。號天叫地永隔精誠。捨命捐軀終無補益。思欲仰福廣為法事。以申罔極之痛。少寄追慕之誠。鑄像度僧仰遵法教。建齋設會務依經典。敷說大乘誘度群生。其福不淺。仰惟大正法師。道心純淑至德凝深。智苞空有照通真俗。多聞不窮機辯無硋。一代師匠四海推崇。弟子宿植善因早蒙親眷。情同骨肉義等金蘭。外書所謂冥契神交。內典則為善友知識。敬藉微緣敢陳大願。來歲夏中欲仰請講說。弘法之情既無彼此。眷愛之深特希降屈。公私道俗要請既多。故預諮聞。必願允遂。豈圖一旦忽有斯白。臨紙崩衂厝言無次。弟子孤子王筠頓首頓首稽首和南。

Your disciple, the orphaned son Yun, knocks his head, bows his head, and offers reverence. Your disciple's transgression has joined the seen and unseen realms, and he has fully suffered the bitterness of mourning. Clinging, collapsing, and leaping in grief, his flesh and marrow are crushed and melted away; reflecting on this tangled grief, his liver and intestines are severed inch by inch. Wailing to heaven and calling to earth, his utmost sincerity is eternally cut off. To discard life and abandon the body would ultimately be of no help. Thinking to seek blessings from above and broadly perform Dharma services, so as to express the grief of boundless loss and modestly entrust my sincerity of fond remembrance: casting statues and ordaining monks, looking upward in obedience to the teachings of the Dharma; establishing fasts and setting up assemblies, strictly relying on the scriptures; expounding the Mahāyāna and guiding sentient beings across—its merit is not slight. I humbly consider that the Master, the Great Rector, has a mind for the Way that is pure and gentle, and supreme virtue that is dense and profound. Your wisdom encompasses emptiness and existence; your illumination penetrates the true and the conventional. Your vast learning is inexhaustible; your responsive eloquence is unobstructed. You are the master and guide of a generation, revered throughout the four seas. Your disciple planted good causes in past lives and early received your intimate regard; our affection is like kin of bone and flesh, our devotion like the bond of gold and orchids. What secular books call mysterious concord and spiritual communion, the inner canon calls good friends and spiritual mentors. Respectfully relying on this slight affinity, I dare to set forth a great vow. In the middle of summer next year, I wish to humbly request you to deliver lectures. Since your heart for propagating the Dharma knows neither self nor other, and your deep affection is extraordinary, I earnestly hope you will deign to descend. Requests and invitations from both public and private, monastic and lay, are already numerous; hence I consult you beforehand, sincerely hoping you will grant this wish. How could I have imagined that all at once there would suddenly be this petition? Approaching the paper, shattered with sorrow, my words are out of order. Your disciple, the orphaned son Wang Yun, knocks his head, knocks his head, bows his head, and offers reverence.