At the Mountain of the Mysterious Tomb Visiting Master P'ou
One monk, you have dissolved phenomena;
the lone peak is occupied by your mystic incense.
Sutra-chanting purifies the bones of stone;
Buddha's face chills the luster of the lake.
Petals fall — you carry on the cross-legged posture;
clouds return — I recognize the lecture hall.
Deserted pond reflecting tonight's moon,
with gong and drum you bless the ancient king.
the lone peak is occupied by your mystic incense.
Sutra-chanting purifies the bones of stone;
Buddha's face chills the luster of the lake.
Petals fall — you carry on the cross-legged posture;
clouds return — I recognize the lecture hall.
Deserted pond reflecting tonight's moon,
with gong and drum you bless the ancient king.
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