刺刺龊龊疥欲作,今年去年只如昨。
人生纵病莫病此,此病虽轻更作恶。
寒窗夜长灯烬落,败人禅观妨人乐。
安得壮士挽天河,尽洗此疮闲处着。
刺刺龊龊疥欲作,今年去年只如昨。
人生纵病莫病此,此病虽轻更作恶。
寒窗夜长灯烬落,败人禅观妨人乐。
安得壮士挽天河,尽洗此疮闲处着。
刺刺痒痒的疥疮就要发作,
今年去年都如同昨日一样。
人生纵然生病也别生这种病,
这病虽然轻微却更让人难受。
寒窗下长夜漫漫,灯花落尽,
败坏人的禅定观想,妨碍人的快乐。
怎能得到壮士挽来天河之水,
将这疮疥彻底洗净,让它闲置于无用之地。
The itch prickles and gnaws, about to break out,
This year, last year, it's just the same as yesterday.
In life, even if you must fall ill, avoid this ailment,
Though this sickness seems light, it does the worst harm.
By the cold window, the long night, the lamp wick falls to ash,
It ruins meditation and spoils all delight.
If only a strong man could draw down the Milky Way,
To wash this sore away and leave it idle in some quiet place.
身体病痛成为认知生命困顿周期的微观隐喻。
以疥疮之痛痒反复喻指年复一年的困顿与烦扰。
本诗为七言古诗,押平声韵。
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