汲井漱寒齒,清心拂塵服。
閑持貝葉書,步出東齋讀。
真源了無取,忘跡世所逐。
遺言冀可冥,繕性何由熟。
道人庭宇靜,苔色連深竹。
日出霧露餘,青鬆如膏沐。
澹然離言說,悟悅心自足。
I clean my teeth in water drawn from a cold well;
And while I brush my clothes, I purify my mind;
Then, slowly turning pages in the Tree-Leaf Book,
I recite, along the path to the eastern shelter.
...The world has forgotten the true fountain of this teaching
And people enslave themselves to miracles and fables.
Under the given words I want the essential meaning,
I look for the simplest way to sow and reap my nature.
Here in the quiet of the priest's templecourtyard,
Mosses add their climbing colour to the thick bamboo;
And now comes the sun, out of mist and fog,
And pines that seem to be new-bathed;
And everything is gone from me, speech goes, and reading,
Leaving the single unison.