辯偽錄 4.3

4.3

The King of Awakening appeared auspiciously, / The dragon arose in the Five Indias. / His teaching focuses solely on entering goodness, / His school fundamentally forgets the snare. / Sages and philosophers revere and rely on it, / Foolish men laugh aloud at it. / A path that does not surpass all peers / Is not the essential and marvelous one. / The heterodox ways are ferocious and stubborn, / Defiling the sage without propriety. / An enlightened lord is hard to confuse, / With a single word they are broken. / The perverse cannot uphold the straight, / The false cannot obscure the true. / The demon clouds are forever extinguished, / The Buddha-sun enjoys eternal spring. / May the holy life last ten thousand years, / His heroic fame endure for a thousand ages! / May he brighten the emperor's deeds, / And enjoy Heaven's blessings! / The great sea may run dry, / Empty space may be measured, / But the grand regulations and noble standards / Shall endure forever without boundary! / Splendid is the great achievement of the Dharma King, / Surpassing antiquity and today, standing alone on high! / Expanding the Five Vehicles as an encompassing mold, / Wielding the Six Supernormal Powers to roam free. / Smoothing the thoroughfare of the Eightfold Path, / Concealing the grasping strategies of the Ten Knowledges. / Striding across the four elements, / Surpassing the heroes of the hundred philosophers. / Occupying the territory of the great chiliocosm, / Delivering the toil of the four modes of birth. / The breeze of compassion surpasses the Unicorn's Footsteps, / The benevolent transformation exceeds the Magpie's Nest. / Matching the covering and carrying of yin and yang, / Equal to the molding of creation. / The wise know and revere it, / The foolish are deluded and flee far away. / Sighing at the decadent age of the holy fortune, / Laments at the true path overgrown with weeds. / Commending our Emperor's wisdom and insight, / Clear discernment observing the finest hair. / Mocking Quanzhen's deceit, / Wishing to be Jie's hound barking at Yao. / Before a single word was even put in order, / They all removed their cloaks and cast aside their robes. / Mount Qiao crushing a spring egg, / A great furnace burning feathers. / Sweeping away the demon clouds to the eight directions, / Proclaiming the Buddha-sun across the nine marshes. / The supreme Path, once suppressed, is proclaimed again; / The wheel of the True Vehicle is greased once more. / Praising this culture that has not perished, / Spreading abounding virtue upon the banners and plumes.