廣弘明集 30.274

30.274

省贈法頵詩。經通妙遠亹亹清綺。雖云言不盡意。殆亦幾矣。夫詩者志之所之。意迹之所寄也。志妙玄解神無不暢。夫未能冥達玄通者。惡得不有仰鑽之詠哉。吾想茂德之形容。雖栖守殊塗。標寄玄同仰代答之。未足盡美。亦各言其志也。其辭曰。

I examined the poem presented to Fayun: its comprehension of the sutras is wondrous and far-reaching, tirelessly fresh and elegant. Although it is said that words do not fully convey meaning, this is almost an exception. Poetry is that to which the intent goes; it is where the traces of thought lodge. When the intent is wondrous and the profound understanding is reached, the spirit is unhindered in its expression. For one who has not yet darkly penetrated the mysterious comprehension, how could there not be chants of gazing up and drilling deep? I imagine the appearance of his flourishing virtue: though their dwellings and devotions follow different paths, their aims and aspirations darkly coincide. Respectfully replying on his behalf, I may not achieve complete beauty, but each expresses his own intent. His poem says: