Serenely nothing changes, nothing's the matter.
Why discuss a segment when there's no affair?
A straightforward mind, free from distraction,
Other matters need not be cut off.
The past is already past,
The future, even less should be calculated.
Serenely sitting with no affairs,
When has anyone ever called?
Seeking skill outwardly,
Is always the fool's way.
Not storing a single grain of food,
When meal comes, just know to eat.
How many people in the world,
Chasing each other, utterly failing to keep up.
I take no pleasure in ascending to heaven,
Nor do I covet fields of merit.
Hungry, I eat;
Tired, I lie down to sleep.
Fools laugh at me,
The wise know my worth.
It's not stupidity or dullness,
The fundamental substance is just so.
To leave, then leave;
To stay, then stay.
Body clad in a ragged robe,
Feet in the pants I was born with.
Much talk and many words,
From the start have only led to error.
If you wish to save all beings,
Nothing surpasses saving yourself first.
Don't vainly seek the true Buddha,
The true Buddha cannot be seen.
The wondrous nature and the spiritual terrace,
When have they ever been refined?
The mind is a mind with no affairs,
The face is the face one was born with.
A kalpa-rock may be moved,
But this core is hard to change.
No affair is originally no affair,
Why need to read texts?
Eradicate the root of self and other,
Darkly merge with the meaning within.
All kinds of toil for sinew and bone,
Are not as good as sleeping soundly in the woods.
Look up to see the sun high,
Beg for food and be fed from the start.
Applying effort with effort,
Turns round and round in obscurity.
To grasp a rule is to not attain,
Not grasping, it becomes clear by itself.
I have one saying,
Cut off thought, forget conditions.
Cannot be explained with skill,
Only transmitted mind to mind.
There is yet another phrase,
Nothing surpasses direct giving.
Fine as the tip of a hair,
Vast without fixed location,
Originally perfect and complete,
Requiring no loom's labor.
Worldly affairs drift on and on,
Not equal to hills and mountains.
Green pines shade the sun,
Blue streams are ever autumnal.
Lying beneath vines and creepers,
A rough stone for a pillow.
Mountain clouds as curtain,
The night moon as a hook.
Not attending the Son of Heaven,
How could I envy lords and kings?
No anxiety over life and death,
What more need there be for worry?
Water-moon has no form,
I am always at peace.
All dharmas are thus,
Originally un-born.
Serenely sitting with no affairs,
Spring comes, grass turns green by itself.