廣弘明集 15.11

15.11

The utmost high is distant; / Tang of Yin governed heaven. / Confucius also followed Zhou; / The lodging place was thrice transmitted. / Brilliant is Śākya, / Truly he preceded the emperors. / Responding to the era with sagely action, / His transformation harmonized India. / Mutually nourishing tranquility and harmony, / He bathed in purity at the empty source. / Surpassing the tracks of worldly kings, / He presided over the origin in central mystery. / Stately is the vast model, / Displaying excellence in the round heavens. / Towering, he was born like the Kunlun peak; / In measure, he encompassed the Great Clarity. / The great image is rarely seen, / Yet it rounds its brightness. / The dark sound is seldom struck, / Adorned with the eight voices. / Blazing is the torch of wisdom, / Illuminating our night journey. / People revere his wisdom; / Who understands his profound darkness? / Gazing at him, he rises like rosy clouds; / Approaching him, he is a cloud ford. / His majesty spreads summer heat; / His gentleness is the warming spring sun. / Comparing instruments by their shapes, / He was eminent in capacity through his spirit. / Rolling up, he vanishes like smoke; / Soaring, he extends like a dragon. / Stirring the boat and the valley, / His spiritual aura is ever renewed. / Who acted together with this? / He alone operated the potter's wheel. / The three absences penetrate the mystery; / The eight hundred million reach the distant. / The two divisions having been broadened, / The twin writings serve as canonical standards. / Filled with the wondrous and rare, / Serene in the easy and simple. / Storing it within the case, / He truly made it good. / Making good the good cause, / One praises and expounds it. / Bringing about the preservation of words when he has departed, / How could it be merely an extensive explanation? / The sun and moon are constant and bright, / Revealing and hiding everywhere. / Life is like drifting mist: / Dimly coming, it has already dried away. / The ultimate person perfected transformation; / His traces grew faint along with the world. / Borrowing the name of nirvāṇa, / It is said he departed, said he returned. / His bequeathed influence fills the six directions, / Waiting with fragrance in the Red Capital. / If Xiangwang is not present, / With whom will one awaken to the subtle? / Reflecting the mind and putting brush to paper, / I hope to behold the dark light.