法苑珠林 46.78

46.78

The six sense faculties harbor no pride or indulgence; / The four means of embracing open the secluded mind.
Living frugally to avoid worldly affairs and people; / Resting at ease, longing for the mountain forests.
Along winding cliffs, the calls of horsemen cease; / Beneath interlaced branches falls the shade of canopies.
Pond and terrace gather freezing snow; / Eaves and windows welcome returning birds.
The hues of stones know neither old nor new; / How could the mountain peaks' shapes pertain to past or present?
How distantly the great cart travels! / Galloping steeds speed swiftly on.
How is one to cultivate the six recollections? / Sincere devotion lies in the single sound.
Without yet floating the precious vessel of compassion, / It is in vain that one toils to bail out the ocean's depths.