廣弘明集 28.74

28.74

Since morning, the chill of rain has brought an unusual early cold. Having long maintained health regimens, I am gradually recovering my strength. Although in other worlds the conditions for conversion have briefly paused, inside the Jetavana grove there are always dialogues. My deep yearning accumulates at all times. Long through Master Qian have I repeatedly conveyed my heart's feelings, not knowing whether that monk of artful smile has mediated them at all or not. For the past couple of days, the doctrinal assembly has convened: dragons and elephants all united, and those worthy of offerings gathered completely. The torch of wisdom opens the mind; the amṛta enters the crown of the head. Hearing their excellent witticisms brought me extraordinary delight. The sentiment of savouring this is boundlessly renewed. Formerly in my youth, when hearing the imperial decree on scriptures, having received the Way for only a short time, I had not bowed deeply facing north; though differing from dhyāna, it was like flowers on the water. This time going west, I particularly cherished my original intention; inquiring into principle and interrogating doubts depended upon your eminent virtue. Who would have thought that obstacles to wisdom would arise: my current illness has not yet healed, and I have nowhere to seek the crossing. How can my regret and sighing ever end? Respectfully I have learned that the imperial carriage will soon proceed to the saṅghārāma. I hope that at this time we may meet once, resting and debating in the room of green beans, and banishing confusion in the cottage of red flowers. Reviving our old affections from years past, I express my innermost feelings of today. In this matter and at this appointed time, I certainly hope there will be no failure. Dispatching this to inquire after your health, I await your reply. Gang speaks, bowing in reverence.