廣弘明集 30.17

30.17

Quiet and unified, I hide away in my thatched hut, / Softly chanting the initial nine [of the Qian hexagram].
The broad wilderness parts the grove of bamboos; / Gusts of wind sprinkle against the latticed window.
Leisurely, my distant thoughts wander free; / Gathering herbs, I climb the high mound.
Ruggedly I ascend a thousand fathoms; / In desolate isolation, I overlook ten thousand acres.
Gazing at the mountain, I delight in the lush pines; / Beholding the marsh, I grieve for the pale willows.
Loosening my sash at the fork of the long ridge, / I stroll casually to the right of the clear stream.
A cool breeze dissolves troubled thoughts; / The cold spring washes my warm hands.
Vast and clear, the spiritual energy flows freely, / Reverently abiding like the sturdy spring marsh.
Attaining liberation, I merge with the three powers; / In a trance, I lose the counterpart of spirit.
Roaming and viewing, akin to the recluse of the hill, / I am ashamed to lack the linked arms of transformation.