Peering into Reincarnation

I advise you not to open this book, for once you do, you'll be lost. There are no golden houses in these words, only skeletons on paper. I was once a woodcutter, but I strayed into the mountain of books. By chance, I obtained a mirror that sees the sky, revealing the suffering of reincarnation. I wanted to speak, but no one listened; I wanted to burn it, but it wouldn't burn. So I cast this scroll onto the path of the human world. Do not persuade the wise guests, for they are busy. Those who sit and discuss the Way do not recognize the Way in the frost. Do not persuade the wanderers, for they are still wild. They point out the rivers and mountains but do not recognize their own beams. Do not laugh at the donkey's skill, for your skill is like that of a donkey. You speak loftily of world affairs but look down and do not read. Knowing a third of the truth, you think you understand it all. When a leaf covers your eyes, you still laugh at others' foolishness. Do not envy the knife-wielder, for the blood on his knife is not dry. With one hand he feeds honey, with the other he counts coins. He laughs at others for being foolish, and others laugh at him for being timid. If he truly knew pleasure, why wouldn't he taste it himself? Do not claim to have eight buckets of talent, for the entire page is the soul of the ancients. Copying a third of Zhuge Liang's strategy, you become the first man in Longzhong. Borrowing half a line from Su Shi, you dare to mock Li Bai for not being innocent. If you dismantle all the classic sentences, how much spirit remains? If you have seen the eyes of the abyss, the abyss has seen you bow your head. If you are also a bystander, this is the first lamp on the wasteland. If you do not understand the meaning, then use this scroll to cover your sauce jar. Do not imitate the fool who asks about words, for the author has always been a fool.