From: Master Hanshan's Song of Awakening the World
Awakening the World is a well-known Zen poem written by Master Hanshan in Ming Dynasty. Hanshan Zen Master (1546— 1623) was one of the four eminent monks in Ming Dynasty. Born in Chuo Temple, Hexian County, Anhui Province, the common surname is Cai, whose name is Deqing, and Hanshan, posthumous title. Master married the Buddha when he was young. At the age of twelve, he prayed for Buddha in Hongzhi, Jinling, and cut his hair and became a monk at the age of nineteen. This master is knowledgeable, proficient in poetry and calligraphy, and has studied Buddhism, worshiped Buddhism and participated in Zen all his life, and has written a lot. At that time, it was called the originator of ZTE.
Song of awakening the world
Red dust and white waves are boundless, humiliation and burden-bearing, gentleness and gentleness are the magic formula.
Everywhere, time is extended with fate, and time is divided into life.
Don't be ignorant, and don't complain.
Socialize cautiously without regrets, and discuss things patiently.
Hard crossbow strings are always broken first, and it hurts easily every time I see a steel knife.
Trouble is nothing but gossip, but mostly malicious words.
Right and wrong don't have to compete with each other, so there is no need to talk about each other.
"The Origin of the World" has many defects, and the illusion of liberation is impermanent.
There's no harm in losing money. It's better to give in three points.
I only see willow green in spring and chrysanthemum yellow in autumn.
Brilliance is always a night dream, and wealth is still like September frost.
Who will take the place of old age, illness and death and bear the ups and downs?
People boast that cleverness comes from clever plans and naturally make their own decisions calmly.
Flattery and greed fall into hell, and justice and integrity are heaven.
Musk deer died first because of incense, and silkworm died early because of silk.
One dose of Yangxin Ningwei powder and two cups of Buqi Erchen decoction.
I lost my heart before I died, but I left a pair of hands after I died.
Worry makes the morning, and life is poor and busy.
Don't fight hard to win, a hundred years of mud is a theater.
In an instant, gongs and drums are loud, and I don't know where my hometown is.