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title: "普覺宗杲禪師語錄 · 李參政(漢老)"
description: "普覺宗杲禪師語錄由南宋臨濟宗高僧大慧宗杲的弟子法宏與道謙編纂而成。該書記錄了宗杲禪師的開示、法語、書信及禪法要義，集中體現其看話禪思想，強調疑情參究與頓悟心性。宗杲禪師身處兩宋之交，力倡直指人心的禪風，對後世禪宗影響深遠。此語錄是研究宋代禪宗、臨濟宗發展及看話禪法的重要典籍，於佛教思想史與實踐層面均具權威地位。"
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### 李參政漢老

> Li Canzheng<note>Hanlao</note>

師之事圜悟。如管仲之相齊。一則仲父。二則仲父。師之辨邪正。如仲尼之尊周。知我者春秋。罪我者春秋。觀其說法。如雷如霆。要處如約如契。用處如日如月。合處如父如子。故一時英奇博達之士。皆重其道德。而從方外之游。四方鼻孔遼天分座說法之流。亦服膺而稱弟子。嗚呼所以起臨濟之正宗。光明盛大於世者。其有以也夫。

> The master served Yuanwu as Guan Zhong served the state of Qi—first as a fatherly advisor, then as a fatherly guide. In distinguishing right from wrong, he was like Confucius upholding the Zhou dynasty: those who understood him saw the Spring and Autumn Annals; those who blamed him saw the Spring and Autumn Annals. When he taught the Dharma, it was like thunder and lightning—forceful and awe-inspiring. At its essence, it was precise and binding, like a covenant; in its application, it was luminous and constant, like the sun and moon; in its harmony, it was intimate and nurturing, like father and son. Thus, the wise and learned scholars of the time revered his virtue and followed him as a spiritual guide. Even those who lectured from lofty seats, their nostrils flaring toward the sky, bowed their hearts and called themselves his disciples. Ah, this is how he revived the true lineage of Linji and made its radiance shine so brightly in the world. Truly, there was a reason for it.

圓顱岳聳。秀眸電曄。和氣春融。孤標霜潔。為法梁楹。作世津筏。人天瞻仰。魔外震懾。更有一句。誰能辯別。道是則瞎却汝眼。道不是則蹇却汝舌。普化莫飜筋斗。趙州休言打殺。阿難迦葉盡攢眉。未了吾今為君訣。

> A round head like a mountain peak, Eyes bright as lightning, clear and deep. A gentle warmth like springtime's glow, A solitary frost, pure as snow. A pillar of the Dharma, strong and true, A bridge for all the world to cross through. Heaven and earth look up in awe, Demons and doubters tremble and withdraw. Yet one more phrase remains unsaid— Who can discern the truth ahead? To call it "this" would blind your sight, To call it "not" would silence your tongue outright. Puhua, don’t turn your somersaults in vain, Zhaozhou, speak not of striking again. Ānanda and Kāśyapa both frown in thought— The riddle yet unraveled, the lesson still untaught. Now let me, for your sake, reveal what’s sought.