71Cuiyan's Eyebrows翠巖眉毛
Introduction 示眾
含血噴人，自污其口。貪柸一世償人債，賣紙三年欠鬼錢。萬松為諸人請益：還有擔干計處也無？
Spit blood at someone and you only foul your own mouth. Grab for the wine cup and you spend a lifetime paying the debt off. Sell paper three years and you still owe the dead their money. I, Wansong, ask on everyone's behalf: is there any way to walk out of this with your hide intact?
翠巖夏末示眾云：「一夏以來，為兄弟說話，看翠巖眉毛在麼？」保福云：「作賊人心虛。」長慶云：「生也。」雲門云：「關。」
At the end of the summer retreat, Cuiyan said to the assembly, "All summer I've been talking to you brothers. Look. Are my eyebrows still there?" Baofu said, "A thief's heart is uneasy." Changqing said, "They've grown." Yunmen said, "Barrier."
Verse 頌
作賊心，
過人膽。
歷歷縱橫對機感。
保福雲門，也垂鼻欺脣；
翠巖長慶，也脩眉映眼。
杜禪和，
有何限。
剛道：意句一齊剗。
埋沒自己，也飲氣吞聲；
帶累先宗，也面牆擔板。
A thief's heart,
a daredevil's gall.
Case after case, he takes each comer head-on.
Baofu and Yunmen: noses drooping, lips run loose.
Cuiyan and Changqing: long brows shading the eyes.
These half-baked Zen hands,
is there no end to them?
Flat out he says it: meaning and words, cut clean in one stroke.
Bury yourself, and you swallow your breath, choke down the sound.
Drag the old masters under, and you face the wall, hauling a board.