廣弘明集 30.99

30.99

Common men indulge in worldly pleasures; / Mundane scholars value empty fame. / Since the three emptannesses are difficult to comprehend, / The eight winds are ever prone to topple them. / For long have I leveled all things as equal, / Viewing withering and flourishing as fundamentally one. / In my youth I loved Mount Ji and the River Ying; / From the beginning I held Bocheng in high regard. / Not out of delight in reclusion, / But simply from weariness with sycophancy. / Holding the jade tablet, I guarded the feudatory realm; / Inheriting the vessel, I became the primary heir. / In days past, I inscribed silver characters, / Long ashamed before the eminent of my clan. / Now wearing the golden seal, / How might I spread a virtuous reputation? / Dwelling on high, I ever dread deficiency; / Bearing a full vessel, I always worry over spillage. / These words are truly unfeigned; / My sincere heart is clear to see. / The vessel of salvation receives sagacious instruction; / Extending guidance, the imperial favor descends. / The lamp of the mind illuminates the dark room; / The sturdy boat crosses the ocean of attachment. / It is the season of late high autumn, / Vast and silent, the air is crisp and clear. / At the cross-patterned gates, the scenery is lovely; / Over the Qi'nian Shrine, clouds and mist arise. / Red water-lilies mingle with blue-lattice windows; / Purple dew moistens vermilion pillars. / Leaves sparse, winding paths emerge; / Gushing springs encircle the hills with their murmurs. / Green-collared birds dwell by the shore forts; / Crimson-crested ones brush past the forest as they fly. / I hope to receive the canopy of the eight liberations, / And make the six sense objects light. / If I hear that the time has come to depart, / I will not begrudge relinquishing the multi-walled city.