色色原無色，空空亦非空。靜喧語默本來同，夢裡何勞說夢。有用用中無用，無功功裡施功。還如果熟自然紅，莫問如何修種。
色色原无色，空空亦非空。静喧语默本来同，梦里何劳说梦。有用用中无用，无功功里施功。还如果熟自然红，莫问如何修种。
All form is at root without form;all emptiness is not empty either.Stillness and noise, speech and silence, were always one—why tell a dream within a dream?In useful use lies uselessness;within effortless effort, effort is applied.As fruit turns red of itself when ripe,ask no more how to tend the seed.
話表唐僧師眾，使法力阻住那布金寺僧。僧見黑風過處，不見他師徒，以為活佛臨凡，磕頭而回不題。
话表唐僧师众，使法力阻住那布金寺僧。僧见黑风过处，不见他师徒，以为活佛临凡，磕头而回不题。
Now, the Tang Monk and his disciples had used their powers to hold back the monks of Gold-Paved Monastery. When the dark wind passed, the monks could see no trace of master or disciples. Taking them for living Buddhas descended to earth, they knocked their heads on the ground and went back; we leave them there.
他師徒們西行，正是春盡夏初時節：
清和天氣爽，池沼芰荷生。梅逐雨餘熟，麥隨風裡成。草香花落處，鶯老柳枝輕。江燕攜雛習，山雞哺子鳴。斗南當日永，萬物顯光明。
說不盡那朝餐暮宿，轉澗尋波。在那平安路上，行經半月。前邊又見一城垣相近。三藏問道：「徒弟，此又是甚麼去處？」行者道：「不知，不知。」八戒笑道：「這路是你行過的，怎說不知？卻是又有些兒蹺蹊，故意推不認得，捉弄我們哩。」行者道：「這獃子全不察理。這路雖是走過幾遍，那時只在九霄空裡，駕雲而來，駕雲而去，何曾落在此地？事不關心，查他做甚？此所以不知。卻有甚蹺蹊，又捉弄你也？」
他师徒们西行，正是春尽夏初时节：
清和天气爽，池沼芰荷生。梅逐雨余熟，麦随风里成。草香花落处，莺老柳枝轻。江燕携雏习，山鸡哺子鸣。斗南当日永，万物显光明。
说不尽那朝餐暮宿，转涧寻波。在那平安路上，行经半月。前边又见一城垣相近。三藏问道：「徒弟，此又是甚么去处？」行者道：「不知，不知。」八戒笑道：「这路是你行过的，怎说不知？却是又有些儿跷蹊，故意推不认得，捉弄我们哩。」行者道：「这呆子全不察理。这路虽是走过几遍，那时只在九霄空里，驾云而来，驾云而去，何曾落在此地？事不关心，查他做甚？此所以不知。却有甚跷蹊，又捉弄你也？」
Master and disciples continued west. Spring was ending and summer just beginning:
Clear, mild weather brings refreshment;water chestnuts and lotuses grow in the ponds.Plums ripen after the rain;wheat matures amid the wind.Grass smells sweet where flowers have fallen;orioles have aged, and willow branches sway light.River swallows guide their young in flight;mountain pheasants call as they feed their chicks.South of the Dipper, the days stretch long;all things shine in the light.
There is no telling of every morning meal and night’s lodging, every stream they skirted and stretch of water they sought. They travelled for half a month along this peaceful road. Ahead, another walled city came into view. Sanzang asked, “Disciples, what place is this?” Pilgrim said, “I don’t know, I don’t know.” Bajie laughed. “You’ve been along this road. How can you say you don’t know? There must be something fishy again. You’re pretending not to recognize it, just to make fools of us.” Pilgrim said, “This Idiot has no sense at all. I’ve travelled this road a few times, but then I was high in the heavens, coming and going on clouds. When did I ever land here? It was no concern of mine, so why would I investigate it? That’s why I don’t know. What’s fishy about that, and how am I making a fool of you?”