廣弘明集 30.110

30.110

Bathed in fragrance, I solemnize my morning sash; / Riding my carriage, I visit the pure monastery. / Feathered banners catch the retreating shadows; / Cymbals and pipes mingle with the returning breeze. / Wu halberds and Xia quiver-arrows; / Fine horses and dark-green bows. / Water reflects the willows turning newly green; / Mist shrouds the peaches half-blooming red. / Long have we been bound by the six sense objects; / Through past times blinded by the five entanglements. / Seeing a crane, one only knows error; / Examining an elephant, perceptions are hard to unify. / Now I know shame before the four unimpeded knowledges; / Why speak of the three emptannesses?