廣弘明集 15.14

15.14

The ruler's way regulates the outer; / The divine path pacifies the inner. / August is the Perfectly Enlightened One, / Who verily combines [the roles of] ancestor and master. / In supreme stillness he halts the radiance; / Centred in yellow, of consummate posture. / Tranquillity and wisdom mutually merge; / The three penetrations are mysteriously level. / He opens his realm in the golden quarter; / Far off and remote is the road. / Meandering is that divine transformation, / Awakening and responding according to the occasion. / The five perfections whet his conduct; / The six insights investigate the subtle. / Emptiness and existence share the same aspect; / The profound gate penetrates within. / The singing of praises is flourishing; / The refined doctrine accords with the spirit. / The profound store is vast; / The three vehicles throng together. / Concealing what has passed, it models upon antiquity; / Knowing what is to come, it reflects what is new. / Which of the two talents has diminished? / Brightness and obstruction depend on man. / The domain of creation: / Cloud-built structures tower high. / Purple halls stand like the celestial constellations; / Splendid buildings are spread like stars. / Jade gates open to all quarters; / Golden ramparts reveal battlements. / Their brightness outshines the morning sun; / Their lush beauty surpasses dawn clouds. / Divine dykes wind back and forth; / The nine springs plunge deep. / In the waves, without fish-traps, all is forgotten; / The scaly creatures rarely take the enticing bait. / The marsh-wardens maintain no watches; / Startled wings cherish the woods. / A traveler drives his companions along, / Both burying their calculating minds. / Amṛta flows richly and abundantly; / Orchids and iris add their fragrance. / Transformations thicken like clouds; / Customs become pure as the wind. / Luxuriant blossoms scatter in the sky; / Divine gales sweep up petals. / The jasper forest resounds with harmony; / The eight tones complete the composition. / Alabaster and jasper shine brightly below; / Lotuses dry in the sun. / The streams clarify their purity; / The pistils scatter their fragrance. / Submerged freshness and dark flowers, / Ever lifted up, fly and soar. / Harboring radiance within the central blossom, / Congealing the spirit in secluded fragrance. / Compared to all the winds of worldly mores, / Its wonder surpasses them all in excellence. / Ten thousand tracks undergo a single change, / Sharing the same standard of sitting in forgetfulness.