廣弘明集 30.11

30.11

The fiery essence nurtures the mid-summer ether; / The vermilion brightness exhales congealed heat.
The broad wilderness subtly shifts at its source; / The gentle wind soars aboard the harmony.
The auspicious month begins the pure retreat; / Virtuous bounty enriches without bound.
The four assemblies revere the joyous occasion; / Purifying themselves, they ascend the empty hall.
Quiet and peaceful, matching the spring sunshine; / Vigilant at dusk, stern as the autumn frost.
In desolate ease, chanting by forests and marshes; / Calm and joyful, relishing the city outskirts.
With graceful bearing, investigating profound peace; / In colorful cadence, shifting notes of gong and shang.
The master holds the divine standard; / Riding the wind, he breathes mysterious fragrance.
Profound and vast, his practice of the Way is deep; / Graceful and flowing, the principle of transformation is enduring.
Untiring is the spirit of Vimalakīrti; / The sound of virtue resonates through the wandering lands.
The encompassing marvel overturns the occult; / The ultimate principle is reached from proximate goodness.
Clear and concise, his subtle demeanor is plain; / The eight words invigorate the cord of the Way.
Gleaning what is tangled, refining old phrases; / Facing peril, he unravels circuitous discourse.
Vast as a scattering gale; / Brilliant as waving a night-shining pearl.
How could allegories be what he relies upon? / Once the meaning is obtained, the fish-trap is naturally forgotten.
Moistened and steeped, wondrous habitations dissolve; / Little by little, the fine dust disappears.
Desolate, the windows of emotion collapse; / Vast and clear, the eaves of the spirit unfold.
Who says the dark ford is far away? / With a single awakening, one can cross over.
I wish to become an ocean-faring mariner, / Guiding the rudder into the azure waves,
Surging on billows, scooping up drifted travelers, / That returning in the dark, we may gather at the bodhimaṇḍa.