諸經要集 19.96

19.96

The high hall is truly an inn; / Harboring karma, by principle one is constantly drawn along.
The jade casket is about to be abandoned to spectators; / The golden dais no longer extends its stay.
The sound of mourning songs recedes along the path; / The shadows of vines hang clinging to the pines.
How could one retain ten thoughts? / One must simply follow the four conditions.
The illusory artisan creates sameness and difference, / Deftly conjuring manifold bodies.
The foolish worldlings argue over self and other; / Who among them does not call it real?
The mistaken doubt what is enduring and solid; / The discerning know it as an illusory guest.
Ascending and descending, suffering and pleasure diverge; / In vain do they offer sacrifices, weeping to the vast blue sky.