廣弘明集 30.16

30.16

The three repentances initiate the early morning; / The double confession reaches the midnight.
Calling birds warn of the bright dawn; / Rites completed, the mysterious duties cease.
Dispersing in desolation, the guests leave the courtyard, / Drifting away with the wind wherever it goes.
Hesitating at the fork in the road, / I wave my hand, bidding farewell to those departing.
Light carriages race through the fields, / Breezily darting like flashes of lightning.
Resting my mind, I walk with feigned leisure, / Lightly striking my metal staff.
Stretching my neck, I gaze after the travelers, / Resentful sorrow and lonely thoughts accumulating.
Alas! The physical form is not me; / External objects are indeed already quiet.
Chanting poetry, I return to the empty chamber, / Holding to truth and enjoying subtle mysteries.
Though this is not a permanent journey, / For now I release myself through seclusion.