《茶之书》中英文对照 V 品鉴艺术.docVIP

V. Art Appreciation 品鉴艺术 Have you heard the Taoist tale of the Taming of the Harp? 你们可曾听过一个关于“伯牙驯琴”的道家传说？1 Once in the hoary ages in the Ravine of Lungmen stood a Kiri tree, a veritable king of the forest. It reared its head to talk to the stars; its roots struck deep into the earth, mingling their bronzed coils with those of the silver dragon that slept beneath. And it came to pass that a mighty wizard made of this tree a wondrous harp, whose stubborn spirit should be tamed but by the greatest of musicians. For long the instrument was treasured by the Emperor of China, but all in vain were the efforts of those who in turn tried to draw melody from its strings. In response to their utmost strivings there came from the harp but harsh notes of disdain, ill-according with the songs they fain would sing. The harp refused to recognise a master. 太古时代，龙门峡谷有泡桐树一棵，乃林中树王。它竖起枝桠，能与星辰对语，其根深探地底，青铜似的卷曲根须与沉睡银龙的虬髯，交错纠缠。一日，有一法术高超的道人将其做成一把神妙之琴，但此琴有灵，桀骜不驯，唯有最强大的乐师才能驯服。长久以来，中国皇帝将此琴视若珍宝，诸多乐师试图在它弦上奏出妙音，但一切努力都枉费心力，皆是徒劳。琴只是发出轻蔑的刺耳音调，咿呀呲啦一番，根本不屑与他们口中之曲和谐一致——琴拒绝指认它的琴师。 At last came Peiwoh, the prince of harpists. With tender hand he caressed the harp as one might seek to soothe an unruly horse, and softly touched the chords. He sang of nature and the seasons, of high mountains and flowing waters, and all the memories of the tree awoke! Once more the sweet breath of spring played amidst its branches. The young cataracts, as they danced down the ravine, laughed to the budding flowers. Anon were heard the dreamy voices of summer with its myriad insects, the gentle pattering of rain, the wail of the cuckoo. Hark! a tiger roars,--the valley answers again. It is autumn; in the desert night, sharp like a sword gleams the moon upon the frosted grass. Now winter reigns, and through the snow-filled air swirl flocks of swans and rattling hailstones beat upon the boughs with fierce delight. 终于，琴界俊才伯牙出现了。他轻抚琴身，如抚烈马一匹，而后轻柔触动其弦。他吟咏自然四季，高山流水，唤醒了树王所有记忆！春的甜蜜气息再度嬉戏枝间；溪流汇成瀑布，蜒转山谷，欢悦奔走，对蓓蕾初生的花朵展开笑魇。倏然间，夏日的梦幻音调