山中行，踏破岭头云
回光照，大地无寸尘

山中住，截断生死路
睁眼看，千圣也不顾

山中坐，终日只这个
碎蒲团，没教话儿堕

山中卧，骑驴骑马过
主人翁，无梦也烁破

Walking on the mountain.
wearing out a cloud on the ridge head.
Returning the illumination,
no speck of dust on earth.

Standing on the mountain.
Slashing the road of birth and death.
Eyes gaze at a thousand saints,
who don’t glance at you.

Sitting on the mountain.
all day long, wearing out a meditation mat
without words, or teaching
dropping into your lap.

Lying on the mountain.
A horse or Mule to carry you
Old master knows the way
without his dreams.

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Translation Master Fa Tong