汲井漱寒齒，清心拂塵服。閒持貝葉書，步出東齋讀。
真源了無取，妄跡世所逐。遺言冀可冥，繕性何由熟。
道人庭宇靜，苔色連深竹。日出霧露余，青松如膏沐。
澹然離言說，悟悅心自足。
Reading Sutras in the Monk Mentors Academy in the Morning
Liu Zongyuan (773-818)
Rinsing my chilly teeth with water drawn from the well,
Dusting my clothes with a peaceful and unshackled soul,
Leisurely holding a sutras book made of leaves of shell,
Origins of the Confucian principles nobody knows,
Bizarre scandalous legends are what everybody wants to follow,
The sutras teach people to cultivate happiness of the nether world,
This is quite impossible according to my traits personal,
These chambers are serene and tranquil,
A tint of viridity spreads all over the bamboos and mosses,
The mists scatter as up the sun goes,
The pines are shrouded in a layer of green moistening oil,
There a spate of unworldly insouciance surges in me that I can’t expound in details,
The gratification of enlightenment has me deeply enthralled.
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