鐔津文集 17.10

17.10

Master Biao's loftiness grazed the clouds in the sky; / It lay in virtue—how could it lie in sinking into seclusion? / With a single hermitage at the mountain's foot, he lodged his secluded solitude; / Loftily aloof, carefree, he did not enter worldly dust. / At times he climbed empty crags to gaze afar; / One heard not his speech, but his clear whistling. / In those days Lu Yu pursued secluded quests, / Once entering the blue clouds to hear the Way in his presence. / Bringing rain to relieve drought, commanding spiritual dragons— / How could this be the same as human affairs? / The dark working responded to marvels, a sprout of the mind; / This is why the master was called Daobiao.