Poem made on “the storage of the right dharma eye”
A small boat being discarded,
Not tied by wind, pulled y waves,
The moon is the very realm
Of the middle of the night.
Shōbōgenzō-wo eizu:
Nami-mo hiki
Kaze-mo tsunaganu
Sute-obune
Tsuki-koso yowa-no
Sakai-nari-keri
詠正法眼蔵
波も引き
風もつながぬ
捨小舟
月こそ夜半の
さかひ成りけり
