竺法暨华土，出传骨与书。
金仙屹不动，坐使四海趋。
山川第一胜，尽为佛者居。
葱葱灊之谷，蛟鸾互盘纡。
一为飞锡先，方士回云车。
顾盼榛楚地，翚檐涌层虚。
英灵护泉脉，饮此白足徒。
当年盖国众，莫挽碧眼胡。
传衣到三叶，此地滋焦枯。
异气生杰阁，宸奎动天枢。
神龙尽倾向，宝此明月珠。
三圣陟帝所，云章久宁渝。
余霑及婆塞，岁复六七夫。
堂中老沙门，古态几皇胥。
定知黄龙窟，不着点额鱼。
门开两山峡，萃然七浮图。
沙步对石麓，溪流清且徐。
危甍隐深樾，间见碧与朱。
朝来雨脚断，云气尚卷舒。
悬知磴道滑，一水不复逾。
州家有造诣，上马及未晡。
佛法从印度传到中华大地，
传播着佛骨与经书。
金身佛像巍然不动，
端坐着使四海之人归趋。
山川间第一等的美景，
都成了佛门弟子的居所。
草木葱茏的灊山山谷，
蛟龙鸾凤互相盘绕迂回。
一位持锡杖飞行的僧人为先导，
令方士们调转云车而回。
回望这曾是榛莽丛生的地方，
彩绘的屋檐层层叠叠涌向虚空。
英灵守护着泉水的命脉，
让这些赤脚僧徒在此饮水。
当年那众多覆盖全国的僧众，
也没能挽留住那位碧眼胡僧。
袈裟传到第三代祖师时，
此地曾变得繁荣后又焦枯。
奇异之气催生了杰出的楼阁，
御笔题字震动了天枢星。
神龙都倾心向往，
珍视这如明月般的宝珠。
三位圣贤升到了天帝的居所，
他们云锦般的文章长久安宁不变。
恩泽还惠及在家居士，
每年又有六七人出家为僧。
佛堂中的老和尚，
古拙的仪态几乎有上古帝王的风范。
定知在那黄龙居住的洞窟，
容不下额头有斑点的凡鱼。
寺门开在两山峡谷之间，
七座佛塔赫然聚集耸立。
沙石步道对着石山山麓，
溪水清澈而且流淌徐缓。
高高的屋脊隐在深密的树荫里，
间隙中可见碧瓦与朱栏。
清晨以来雨脚已断，
云气还在舒卷飘浮。
料想那石阶山路必然湿滑，
有一条溪流我将不再逾越。
州郡长官有意前来拜访，
上马出发要赶在日落之前。
Dharma came from India to this land of China,
Transmitting relics and scriptures across the sea.
The golden Buddha stands firm and unmoving,
Sitting, he makes all lands turn to him in piety.
The finest landscapes under heaven,
Are all occupied by the followers of Buddha.
Lush and deep is the valley of Qianshan,
Where dragon and phoenix spirits coil and hover.
The first to come with his flying staff led the way,
Making the immortals turn their cloud-chariots around.
Looking back at this once wild and brambly land,
Now tiered eaves rise into the empty sky, profound.
Noble spirits guard the spring's vital vein,
From which these white-footed monks drink their fill.
In those days, the multitudes that covered the land,
Could not detain the blue-eyed foreigner's will.
The robe passed down to the third patriarch,
Made this place flourish, then wither to drought.
An extraordinary aura gave birth to this splendid tower,
The imperial writing stirs the celestial pivot about.
Divine dragons all incline their gaze,
To treasure this bright moon pearl they prize.
The Three Sages ascended to the Emperor's abode,
Their cloud-like writings long preserved, never to demise.
The leftover grace extends to lay devotees,
Yearly, six or seven men take the vows anew.
The old monk in the hall, his ancient manner,
Almost bears the air of sovereigns of yore, true.
Surely, in the cave of the Yellow Dragon,
No fish with spotted forehead can find a place.
The gate opens between two mountain gorges,
Where seven pagodas rise with clustered grace.
The sandy shore faces the stone hill's base,
The stream flows clear and gentle in its pace.
High roof-ridges hide in deep green shade,
Glimpses of azure and vermilion are displayed.
This morning, the rain's footsteps have ceased,
Yet clouds still roll and stretch, not fully eased.
I foresee the stone path will be slippery and steep,
That one stream I shall not cross, my journey's leap.
The prefect has plans to visit this sacred site,
He'll mount his horse before the afternoon's light.
文化认同在跨地域的知识传播中得以构建。
记述佛教典籍与思想从印度传入中土的历程。
本诗为五言古诗，押平声韵。
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