廣弘明集 15.57

15.57

All beings, through defilement, / Are entangled in the six destinies. / The seven consciousnesses operate alternately; / Through the nine abodes they repeatedly move. / Severe are the five aggregates; / Wearying are the four conditions. / Universally causing transmigration, / The roots of suffering falter and stall. / Stalling without end, / Transmigration rests with oneself. / The four conditions gather like clouds; / The five aggregates flare like fire. / Tireless is the Rightly Awakened One; / He is the ultimate, he is the principle. / In motion, he harms not stillness; / In action, he strays not from cessation. / He enlightens your long dream; / He rectifies your sunken perversity. / With my divine brilliance, / Perfect your spiritual wisdom. / I have no 'self' of my own, / Truly receiving its meaning. / You have no 'you' of your own, / Must certainly dispel its falsity. / Since falsity takes different paths, / Meaning has many facets. / According to sound, melody is formed; / Approaching form, a smile breaks out. / Looking at the shadow, knowing is easy; / Seeking the echo is not difficult. / Outside of form and sound, / There is yet something to be viewed. / Viewed from afar, it manifests marks; / Approached closely, the shadow is dim. / Neither substance nor emptiness, / Unfathomable, ungraspable. / Leaning on the crag, shining on the forest; / Beside the deep pool, reflecting the well. / Borrowing emptiness to convey verdure; / Aroused radiance emits brightness. / The golden marks are dark and serene; / The white curl is subtle and warm. / The sun and moon run their course; / Why harbor this lament? / Once gazing toward the monks, / Embracing sincerity, awaiting the encounter. / Receiving the wind and bequeathed regulations, / Vast as if having an outline. / Reverently depicting the bequeathed tracks, / Chiseled into the steep peak. / Flowing all around, covered walkways; / Deep and secluded, chambers and windows. / Surging waves reflect on the steps; / Drawing the moon into the casement. / Clouds pass, brushing the mountain; / Wind arrives, passing through the pines. / The terrain being already beautiful, / The pictorial form is also earnest. / Light pigments float with color; / Gazing carefully, sunken awareness arises. / As if extinguished, as if nothing, / In copying, in emulating. / By virtue of its pure refinement, / It can move the spiritual and solitary. / Sincerity being verified, / Grace is also vastly continued. / Ah, you who cherish the Way, / Be careful not to fear midway! / Urged by losing one's youth, / Enslaved by icchantika-hood. / The return path is seen today; / Uncovering ignorance, beheld herein. / Strictly encourage your mind, / Time passes in swift flight. / Daring to inscribe the spiritual eaves, / Reverently informing those who shake the staff.