溪聲便是廣長舌,
山色豈非清淨身?
夜來八萬四千偈,
他日如何舉似人?
山色豈非清淨身?
夜來八萬四千偈,
他日如何舉似人?
The sound of the stream is his long, broad tongue;
The mountain his immaculate body.
These evening's eighty-four thousand verses -
How will I tell them tomorrow?.
Translations by Carl Bielefeldt
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