鐔津文集 11.16

11.16

法雲晝上人。繕其居之西廈曰翠樾堂。以其得山林之美蔭也。戶其北垣曰陟崖門。示其乘高必履正也。始其入林之徑曰嘯月徑。高其所適也。疏其泉曰夏涼泉。貴其濯熱也。表昔僧之瑩曰華嚴塔。德其人也。指其嶺之峻絕者曰樵歌嶺。樂野事也。名其亭曰映發亭。取王子敬山川相映發之謂也。目其山之谷（音浴）曰楊梅塢。別嘉果也。榜其閣曰清隱閣以其可以靜也。就竹闢軒曰修竹軒。擬其操也。是十詠者。舉屬法雲精舍。法雲宅大慈山之中與郭相去迨十里。北瞰徹浙江。南通錢唐湖。過重崗複嶺翛然沿溪涉㵎。水聲冷冷雲木杳靄。校乎垂江瀕湖之山。而大慈最為幽深。法雲庭宇瀟洒林嶺盤欝環翠。比乎慈山之他寺。其又絕出者也。昔吏部郎公。以侍郎致政還故鄉。多優游名山。尤樂此。以為高蹈之佳處也。每來則踰旬跨月。陶陶而忘反。吏部名德熏於天下。既好是也。人亦斐然從而尚之。故法雲勝概遂遠聞播。晝師猶以為未盡其山水之美。乃益揭其十景者。拳拳引詩人詠之。縉紳先生之流與吳中名僧。聞皆樂為之賦。競出乎奇詞麗句。而風韻若出金石。鏗然起人清思。所謂勝概者益聞益播。將傳之而無窮也。然物景出沒。亦猶人之懷奇挾異者。隱顯窮通必有時數。若此十詠之景。所布于山中固亦久矣。棄置而未嘗稍發。今晝師振之。眾賢詩而光之。豈其數相會。亦有時然乎。故賢者雖終身晦之。時命也。不足歎之。忽然曜之。時命也。亦不足幸之。上人既樂得諸君之詩。特屬予以為序。然無謂豈能盡其詩之美也矣。

The Worthy Fayun Zhou repaired the western wing of his residence and called it Emerald Foliage Hall, because it enjoys the fine shade of the mountain forest. He put a door in its north wall and named it Ascending the Cliff Gate, to indicate that ascending high must be done with righteous steps. The path where he enters the forest he called Whistling at the Moon Path, to elevate where he goes. Dredging its spring, he called it Summer Cool Spring, valuing its washing away of heat. Marking the grave of a monk of old, he named it Huayan Stūpa, honoring his virtue. Pointing to the most precipitous peak, he called it Woodcutter's Song Ridge, delighting in rustic affairs. Naming his pavilion, he called it Reflecting Pavilion, taking Wang Zijin's expression that 'mountains and streams reflect one another.' Naming the mountain valley, he called it Arbutus Cove, distinguishing its fine fruit. Inscribing the plaque of his upper chamber, he named it Pure Seclusion Chamber, because it offers quietude. Opening a veranda beside the bamboo, he called it Slender Bamboo Veranda, comparing it to his integrity. These ten poems all pertain to the Fayun Hermitage. Fayun is situated in the midst of Mount Daci, roughly ten li from the city wall. Looking north, it takes in the Zhejiang River; to the south it connects with Qian Tang Lake. Crossing multiple ridges and repeated peaks, one walks casually along streams and wades across torrents. The sound of water is cool and clear, and the cloudy woods are misty and vast. Compared with the mountains bordering the river and lake, Daci is the most secluded and deep. Fayun's courtyards and verandas are elegant and unconstrained; its forested ridges coil and wind, encircled by emerald green. Compared with the other monasteries on Mount Daci, it stands out pre-eminently. In the past, Gentleman Lang of the Ministry of Personnel, having retired from office as vice minister to return to his native place, wandered much among famous mountains, taking special delight in this one, regarding it as an excellent retreat for living aloof from the world. Whenever he came, he stayed for more than ten days or even across months, carefree and forgetting to return. The vice minister's renowned virtue perfumed the whole realm; since he loved this place, others followed in admiring it. Thus Fayun's scenic beauty became known far and wide. Master Zhou still considered that the beauty of its landscape had not been fully expressed, so he further highlighted these ten scenes, earnestly inviting poets to chant about them. Scholar-officials and renowned monks of the Wu region, hearing of it, were all pleased to write verses for it, competing to produce extraordinary expressions and beautiful lines; their resonance was like music from metal and stone, ringing out to arouse people's pure contemplation. What is called its scenic beauty became even more widely known and spread, destined to be transmitted endlessly. Yet the appearance and disappearance of landscapes is just like people harboring extraordinary and remarkable talents: their seclusion and prominence, failure and success, inevitably have their allotted timing. Scenes such as these ten poems celebrate have indeed long been spread across the mountain; they were neglected and never previously brought to light. Now Master Zhou has promoted them, and many worthy men have illuminated them with poems; could it not be that their allotments have converged, having their proper time? Therefore, though a worthy man remain obscure his entire life, it is his destiny and not worth lamenting; if he suddenly shines forth, it is also his destiny and not worth treating as mere good fortune. Since the Master was pleased to obtain the poems of all the gentlemen, he specially requested me to compose a preface. Yet how could my worthless words ever fully exhaust the beauty of their poetry?