老僧真是百無能,有口何嘗話葛藤。
入定參禪良自苦,超凡入聖又誰曾。
東西路別徒勞泣,南北宗分自取憎。
箇裡無禪亦無佛,常行粥飯在家僧。
老僧真是百無能,有口何嘗話葛藤。
入定參禪良自苦,超凡入聖又誰曾。
東西路別徒勞泣,南北宗分自取憎。
箇裡無禪亦無佛,常行粥飯在家僧。
老僧實在是百無一能,
有口何曾談論過葛藤般的禪機。
入定參禪實在是自我苦修,
超凡入聖又有誰曾做到?
東西道路分別,徒然哭泣;
南北宗派分立,自招憎惡。
這裡既無禪也無佛,
只是個常行粥飯的在家僧人。
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.
言語的放棄是一種對認知侷限的主動治理。
以老僧自喻,表達對世俗言語與紛爭的超脫與無奈。
本詩為七言律詩,押平聲韻。
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