哭天童密雲師翁
Crying for Master Miyun of Tiantong
痛拈毒棒便心傾，出閩三番喚共行。入室懷香遭扇打，登舟禮足被拳驚。碎身易竭千行淚，粉骨難陳半點情。踢倒天童云化去，那知沙界更聞聲。
With pain they grasped the poisonous staff, their minds yielding; Thrice summoned, leaving Min, to journey side by side. Entering the chamber, holding incense, struck by a fan; Boarding the boat, bowing at the feet, shocked by a fist. Shattering the body drains a thousand streams of tears; Grinding the bones cannot express half a feeling. Kicking down Tiantong, transformed and gone like clouds— Who would know, the worlds of dust still hear a sound?