廣弘明集 28.12

28.12

Senglang bows his head and prostrates himself. Since the Tathāgata entered the eternal realm, the breeze of the Way has sunk into dormancy. Unworthily occupying the rank of the renunciants, I lodge my mind amid mountain ridges; my sincerity is feeble and slight, and I have not been able to act as a great master. I did not imagine that Your Majesty would inquire from afar into the mountains and streams with such earnest imperial decrees. I am truly grateful for your benevolent intention. Yet my strength is frail and slight, not up to traversing the distance. I wish that you may widely turn the wheel of the Dharma and manifestly protect the heavenly mandate. Senglang bows his head and prostrates himself. Receiving your profound and generous gifts, I shall immediately put them to use. By the power of the merit and virtue, none shall fail to rely upon it. This poor monk's talent is inferior; I am overwhelmed by such heavy esteem.