汲井漱寒齿,清心拂尘服。
闲持贝叶书,步出东斋读。
真源了无取,忘迹世所逐。
遗言冀可冥,缮性何由熟。
道人庭宇静,苔色连深竹。
日出雾露余,青松如膏沐。
澹然离言说,悟悦心自足。
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.