老僧真是百无能,有口何尝话葛藤。
入定参禅良自苦,超凡入圣又谁曾。
东西路别徒劳泣,南北宗分自取憎。
个里无禅亦无佛,常行粥饭在家僧。
老僧真是百无能,有口何尝话葛藤。
入定参禅良自苦,超凡入圣又谁曾。
东西路别徒劳泣,南北宗分自取憎。
个里无禅亦无佛,常行粥饭在家僧。
老僧实在是百无一能,
有口何曾谈论过葛藤般的禅机。
入定参禅实在是自我苦修,
超凡入圣又有谁曾做到?
东西道路分别,徒然哭泣;
南北宗派分立,自招憎恶。
这里既无禅也无佛,
只是个常行粥饭的在家僧人。
This old monk is truly good for naught,
With a mouth that never speaks of tangled vines.
To sit in meditation is a bitter toil,
Who has ever transcended the mortal to become a saint?
Parting ways east and west, tears are shed in vain;
Divided into southern and northern schools, they invite their own disdain.
Here, there is no Zen, nor any Buddha—
Just a home-dwelling monk who daily eats his gruel and rice.
言语的放弃是一种对认知局限的主动治理。
以老僧自喻,表达对世俗言语与纷争的超脱与无奈。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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