THE SAGELY CITY OF TEN THOUSAND BUDDHAS
Han Shan and She Te
Translated by disciple Sramanera Kuo Tao
From August 1971 issue of Vajra Bodhi Sea
One day, Han Shan said to She Te, “The world slanders me, cheats me, insults me, laughs at me, slights me, degrades me, deludes me, and hates me. What can I do?”
She Te answered, “Just endure it: yield a bit, follow and elude it, tolerate and respect it. Ignore it. See what happens after a few years.”
“How can you get anything by withdrawing like that,” said Han Shan.
“What’s so special about staying out of trouble, anyway?”
She Te answered, “Once I read Maitreya Bodhisattva’s song, now listen while I sing it for you.
The old fool in tattered robes
Fills his stomach with plain rice;
Mending rags to keep his body warm,
He lets everything trace its own course.
If scolded, he simply says 'good,'
If beaten, he falls over into sleep.
If someone spits in his face,
The old fool just lets it dry,
And saves strength and energy,
Others are not provoked.
How can he lament losing the Way since
He has acquired, this Paramita, the jewel
In the wonderful.
The man may be weak, but the mind is not;
The man may be poor, but the Way is not.
He always handles the Way
With single-minded cultivation.
Others in the world cherish glory and splendor,
But he does not wait for them,
For fame and profit always empty.
His mind is without satisfaction or disgust
Because even mountains of gold
Cannot buy off impermanence.
Despite Tze Kung's eloquence,
The Duke of Chou's divining ability
Kung Ming's wise plan,
Fan K'uei's rescuing his lord from difficulty,
And Han Hsin's superior efforts (for it was merely one sword which brought him death),
Which of these ancients and contemporaries
Lived for a thousand years?
This one becomes a hero, that one's valor is stout,
But every year their appearances change,
Their temples turn to white.
A weave of days and months,
Time passing like arrows in flight,
Not long till the head droops
Upon the hands of illness, a dismal sigh...
They do not think themselves old.
Becoming ill they have not managed to cultivate;
If time did not impede, King Yama's turn,
They would reform, but...
Their breath's cut off and energy's exhausted.
That old fool does not discuss
And doesn't manage domestic affairs,
Or wrangle with you or me.
He does not act bravely, and
Chided, he does not speak.
Questioned, he is a mute.
He pays no heed if assaulted,
And be rolls over if pushed into filthy water
And does not fear people's laughter.
He does not dress for appearances;
Although children may cry and howl,
He does not hear them.
Those fond of competing for fame and profit
Reap but a barren grave.
But look at those in the world
Who are versed in tastelessness:
They can persuade a ruler to turn his head.
Simply cultivate, become an elder and
With one knife cut off dualistic judgement;
Leap over the blazing pit of suffering
And you are fresh and pure.
When you enlighten to the principle of immortality
The days and months become your neighbors and companions”.