T'ang Poems in a
From nothing comes into haveness,
it's like clouds around the Peak.
From haveness returns to nothing,
it's like a short flash so quick.
Either haveness or nothing, both are of phantom,
Of which those common persons usually like to speak!
His rush cushion and his straw matting have no dust.
He sits between all pines like a man of no lust.
When noon appears on the mountain he begins to strike the bell.
He cooks a little food for his body which he does not trust.
Three days after the wedding, early I get up,
And go to kitchen to make, for the first time, soup.
I ask, "What is my mother-in-law's habit of taste?"
At first, to a sister-in-law in family group.
I passed many houses of my fellow;
There is no one whom I can follow.
When I'm home, I see the only one
Always with me, it is my shadow!
To where the light has gone?
From where the night does come?!
Year after year weaker I become!
Time is half passed, I will die soon!
Though my body has always been used to boil,
Yet my own weak nature does not like to broil.
I know myself need not be moistened with oil,
Ah! Why and where should I share the lamp's pure-oil?
If you had been lured by the worldly things of charm,
How could you make friend with such a superior man?
I know the beautiful moon on Tan-Si in this night,
Though shines on many mountains, yet only for this man!
Even no flower, the scent is smelled from the holy ground.
In the most straight pines, the white and pretty cranes could be found.
When arriving this holy place, we will not be lonely.
All the reverend monks and friends are our Zenists compound.
Many nice flowers of coir-palm,
Just in this season they do bloom.
Moses and lichens come into the hermitage,
No person, no lesson, but perfume does come!