廣弘明集 30.83

30.83

The roosting birds have not yet flown; / I order my chariot and depart the mountain lodge. / Winding and turning, I ascend Mount Ma; / Twisting and turning, I enter the Sheep-Intestine Pass. / By degrees I look upon the plains, dim and misty; / Gradually I behold the peaks, dark azure. / Falling Stars is buried amid the distant trees; / Fresh morning mist rises with the dawn sun. / In the shaded pond, early geese roost for the night; / The cold wind hurries on the nocturnal frost. / This place is truly quiet and serene; / Pure and spacious, it is indeed a sanctuary of the Way. / Jade trees and lapis lazuli waters; / Curtains of feathers and a bed of saffron. / Purple pillars on coral ground; / Divine banners and earrings of bright pearl. / Pulling down creepers, I descend the stone stairway; / Grasping cassia branches, I mount the pine-tree bridge. / The ravine tilts as the sun prepares to sink; / Mists rise as the high towers are half-concealed. / Through a thousand eras, what shall endure in the end? / For a hundred generations, all converges upon our Sovereign. / His divine achievements illuminate without limit; / His sagacious mirror is profound and boundless. / The wheel of the Dharma illuminates dark rooms; / The ocean of wisdom carries the raft of compassion across. / My defiled senses have long remained unwashed; / I hope to be moistened by the glow of dripping dew.