Shihtou - Song of the Grass Roofed Hermitage

I've built a grass hut where there's nothing of value.
After eating, I relax and take a nap.

When is was completed, fresh weeds appeared.
Now it's been lived in covered by weeds.

the person in the hut lives here calmly,
Not stuck to inside, outside, or in between.

Places worldly people live, he doesn't live
Realms worldly people love, he doesn't love.

Though the hut is small, it includes the entire world.
In ten square feet, an old man illumines forms and their nature.

A great vehicle Boddhisatva trusts without doubt
The middling or lowly can't help wondering.

Will this hut perish or not?
Perishable or not, the original master is present.

He does not dwell south or  north east or west
Firmly based on steadiness it can't be surpassed.

A shining window beneath the green pines,
Jade palaces and vermillion towers can't compare with it.

Just sitting with head covered all things are at rest
Thus this mountain monk doesn't understand at all.

Living here he no longer works to get free
Who would proudly arrange seats only to entice guests.

Turn around the light to shiine within, then just return
The vast inconceivable source can't be faced or turned away from.

Meet the ancestral teachers, Be familiar with their instruction
Bind grasses to build a hut, and never give up.

Let go hundreds of years and relax completely,
Open your hands and walk innocent.

Thousands of words, myriad interpretations
Are only to free you from obstructions.

If you want to know the undying person in the hut
Don't separate from the skin bag here and now.