A Zen poem that has been passed down through the ages reads, "Soup in the bowl for hundreds and thousands of years / Our grievances go deep like those of an ever-stormy sea / To know how a soldier feels as his fated hour nears / Listen at the butcher's door from midnight to three."
一首流傳久遠的禪詩也云：「千百年來碗底羹，冤深似海恨難平；欲知世上刀兵劫，但聽屠門夜半聲。」