廣弘明集 30.189

30.189

千月本難滿。三時理易傾。石火無恒焰。電光寧久明。遺文空滿笥。徒然昧後生。泉路方幽噎。寒隴向淒清。一隨朝露盡。惟有夜松聲。

A thousand moons are inherently hard to complete;
The three seasons in principle easily decline.
A spark from flint has no constant flame;
How could a flash of lightning shine for long?
Leftover writings fill the hampers in vain;
Futilely blind to future rebirths.
The path to the Yellow Springs is now murky and blocked;
The cold burial mound faces desolate chill.
Once gone with the morning dew, all comes to an end;
There remains only the sound of night pines.