圓悟
Yuanwu
香篆銷金鴨，午雞啼玉欄。從來心裏事，不許一人諳。
Incense curls up from the golden duck-shaped burner; at noon a rooster crows by the jade railing. The things that have always been in my heart—not one person is allowed to know them.
Yuanwu
Incense curls up from the golden duck-shaped burner; at noon a rooster crows by the jade railing. The things that have always been in my heart—not one person is allowed to know them.