諸經要集 3.63

3.63

Eighty thousand stūpas for the relic-body,
Adorned with jewels, a hundred fathoms high.
In auspicious phoenixes unlike miraculous birds,
Golden discs replace the Buddha's palm.
Tiered brackets support the sculpted eaves,
High roofs hang nets among the trees.
Jeweled ground like sands in a pond,
Wind-bells resounding in endless harmony.
Carvings and engravings produce a thousand transformations,
Paints and pigments depict ten thousand forms.
Mists and hazes drift in and out,
Divine immortals suddenly come and go.
Morning fog rises at mid-height,
Flying banners touch above the clouds.
Roaming serpents dare not rest,
How could soaring rukh birds look up to it?
Gold ropes lay out the field of merit;
How could heavenly rewards be hollow and vain?
May we rely on the end of the ferry and boat;
Who says the other shore is far and wide?