漢樂府----《孔雀東南飛》
孔雀東南飛，五裏一徘徊。
“十三能織素，十四學裁衣。十五彈箜篌，十六誦詩書。十七為君婦，心中常苦悲。君既為府吏，守節情不移。雞鳴入機織，夜夜不得息。三日斷五匹，大人故嫌遲。非為織作遲，君家婦難為！妾不堪驅使，徒留無所施。便可白公姥，及時相遣歸。”
府吏得聞之，堂上啟阿母：“兒已薄祿相，幸複得此婦。結發同枕席，黃泉共為友。共事二三年，始爾未為久。女行無偏斜，何意致不厚。”
阿母謂府吏：“何乃太區區！此婦無禮節，舉動自專由。吾意久懷忿，汝豈得自由！東家有賢女，自名秦羅敷。可憐體無比，阿母為汝求。便可速遣之，遣去慎莫留！”
府吏長跪告：“伏惟啟阿母。今若遣此婦，終老不複取！”
阿母得聞之，槌床便大怒：“小子無所畏，何敢助婦語！吾已失恩義，會不相從許！”
府吏默無聲，再拜還入戶。舉言謂新婦，哽咽不能語：“我自不驅卿，逼迫有阿母。卿但暫還家，吾今且報府。不久當歸還，還必相迎取。以此下心意，慎勿違吾語。”
新婦謂府吏：“勿複重紛紜。往昔初陽歲，謝家來貴門。奉事循公姥，進止敢自專？晝夜勤作息，伶俜縈苦辛。謂言無罪過，供養卒大恩。仍更被驅遣，何言複來還？妾有繡腰襦，葳蕤自生光；紅羅複鬥帳，四角垂香囊；箱簾六七十，綠碧青絲繩，物物各自異，種種在其中。人賤物亦鄙，不足迎後人，留待作遺施，於今無會因。時時為安慰，久久莫相忘！”
雞鳴外欲曙，新婦起嚴妝。著我繡夾裙，事事四五通。足下躡絲履，頭上玳瑁光。腰若流紈素，耳著明月璫。指如削蔥根，口如含朱丹。纖纖作細步，精妙世無雙。
上堂拜阿母，母聽去不止。“昔作女兒時，生小出野裏。本自無教訓，兼愧貴家子。受母錢帛多，不堪母驅使。今日還家去，念母勞家裏。”卻與小姑別，淚落連珠子。“新婦初來時，小姑始扶床；今日被驅遣，小姑如我長。勤心養公姥，好自相扶將。初七及下九，嬉戲莫相忘。”出門登車去，涕落百餘行。
府吏馬在前，新婦車在後。隱隱何甸甸，俱會大道口。下馬入車中，低頭共耳語：“誓不相隔卿，且暫還家去。吾今且赴府，不久當還歸。誓天不相負！”
新婦謂府吏：“感君區區懷！君既若見錄，不久望君來。君當作磐石，妾當作蒲葦。蒲葦紉如絲，磐石無轉移。我有親父兄，性行暴如雷，恐不任我意，逆以煎我懷。”舉手長勞勞，二情同依依 。
入門上家堂，進退無顏儀。阿母大拊掌：“不圖子自歸！十三教汝織，十四能裁衣，十五彈箜篌，十六知禮儀，十七遣汝嫁，謂言無誓違。汝今何罪過，不迎而自歸？”蘭芝慚阿母：“兒實無罪過。”阿母大悲摧。
還家十餘日，縣令遣媒來。雲有第三郎，窈窕世無雙。年始十八九，便言多令才。
阿母謂阿女：“汝可去應之。”
阿女含淚答：“蘭芝初還時，府吏見丁寧，結誓不別離。今日違情義，恐此事非奇。自可斷來信，徐徐更謂之。”
阿母白媒人：“貧賤有此女，始適還家門。不堪吏人婦，豈合令郎君？幸可廣問訊，不得便相許。”
媒人去數日，尋遣丞請還，說“有蘭家女，承籍有宦官。”
雲“有第五郎，嬌逸未有婚，遣丞為媒人，主簿通語言。”
直說“太守家，有此令郎君，既欲結大義，故遣來貴門。”
阿母謝媒人：“女子先有誓，老姥豈敢言！”
阿兄得聞之，悵然心中煩。舉言謂阿妹：“作計何不量！先嫁得府吏，後嫁得郎君。否泰如天地，足以榮汝身。不嫁義郎體，其往欲何雲？”
蘭芝仰頭答：“理實如兄言。謝家事夫婿，中道還兄門。處分適兄意，那得自任專！雖與府吏要，渠會永無緣。登即相許和，便可作婚姻。”
媒人下床去。諾諾複爾爾。還部白府君：“下官奉使命，言談大有緣。”
府君得聞之，心中大歡喜。視曆複開書，便利此月內，六合正相應。
“良吉三十日，今已二十七，卿可去成婚。”
交語速裝束，絡繹如浮雲。青雀白鵠舫，四角龍子幡。婀娜隨風轉，金車玉作輪。躑躅青驄馬，流蘇金鏤鞍。齎錢三百萬，皆用青絲穿。雜彩三百匹，交廣市鮭珍。從人四五百，鬱鬱登郡門。
阿母謂阿女：“適得府君書，明日來迎汝。何不作衣裳？莫令事不舉！”
阿女默無聲，手巾掩口啼，淚落便如瀉。
移我琉璃榻，出置前窗下。左手持刀尺，右手執綾羅。朝成繡夾裙，晚成單羅衫。晻晻日欲暝，愁思出門啼。
府吏聞此變，因求假暫歸。未至二三裏，摧藏馬悲哀。新婦識馬聲，躡履相逢迎。悵然遙相望，知是故人來。
舉手拍馬鞍，嗟歎使心傷：“自君別我後，人事不可量。果不如先願，又非君所詳。我有親父母，逼迫兼弟兄。以我應他人，君還何所望！”
府吏謂新婦：“賀卿得高遷！磐石方且厚，可以卒千年；蒲葦一時紉，便作旦夕間。卿當日勝貴，吾獨向黃泉！”
新婦謂府吏：“何意出此言！同是被逼迫，君爾妾亦然。黃泉下相見，勿違今日言！”執手分道去，各各還家門。生人作死別，恨恨那可論？念與世間辭，千萬不複全！
府吏還家去，上堂拜阿母：“今日大風寒，寒風摧樹木，嚴霜結庭蘭。兒今日冥冥，令母在後單。故作不良計，勿複怨鬼神！命如南山石，四體康且直！”
阿母得聞之，零淚應聲落：“汝是大家子，仕宦於台閣。慎勿為婦死，貴賤情何薄？東家有賢女，窈窕豔城郭，阿母為汝求，便複在旦夕。”
府吏再拜還，長歎空房中，作計乃爾立。轉頭向戶裏，漸見愁煎迫。
其日牛馬嘶，新婦入青廬。奄奄黃昏後，寂寂人定初。我命絕今日，魂去屍長留！攬裙脫絲履，舉身赴清池。
府吏聞此事，心知長別離。徘徊庭樹下，自掛東南枝。
兩家求合葬，合葬華山傍。東西植鬆柏，左右種梧桐。枝枝相覆蓋，葉葉相交通。中有雙飛鳥，自名為鴛鴦。仰頭相向鳴，夜夜達五更。行人駐足聽，寡婦起彷徨。多謝後世人，戒之慎勿忘。
The Bride of Jiao Zhongqing
Peacock flying southeast
Southeast the love-lorn peacock flies. Alack,
At every mile she falters and looks back!
At thirteen years Lanzhi learned how to weave;
At fourteen years she could embroider, sew;
At fifteen music on her lute she made;
At sixteen knew the classics, prose and verse,
At seventeen they wed her to Zhongqing,
And from that day what joy and pain were hers!
As work kept Zhongqing in the yamen far,
His absence made her love the deeper still.
She started weaving at the dawn of day,
Worked at the loom until the midnight hour.
The tapestries beneath her fingers grew,
Yet Zhongqing's mother sore berated her—
Not for poor work or any tardy pace,
But she was mistress: brides must know their place.
At length in sorrow to Zhongqing she said,
"If I have failed to serve your mother well,
Useless to stay....Please go and tell her so.
Should she think fit, I fain would go away."
The husband, shame-faced, on this errand went.
"Mother," he said , "no lordly post is mine.
To wed Lanzhi was more than I deserved.
As man and wife we love each other so
That naught but death itself shall sever us.
Less than three years have we been wedded now;
Our life together is a budding flower.
Lanzhi methinks, has done her best, no less.
Why treat her, then, with such unkindliness?"
To which the shrewish mother made reply,
"Dull are your wits and foolish, O my son!
Your wife lacks graces and she lacks good sense.
See her for what she is , self-willed and vain.
The very sight of her offends my eyes.
I wonder that you dare to plead her cause!
A proper wife I have in mind for you...
Yonder she lives, a maid called Qin Luofu,
A matchless beauty, upon my word,
And I have ways to compass her consent.
Now listen! We must get your slut away!
Yes, go must she, and go without delay!"
For filial piety he knelt down,
And pitiful yet firm was his appeal.
"Mother, if 'tis your will, cast out Lanzhi,
But do not think that I will marry twice!"
At this the mother's fury knew no bounds.
She ranted wildly, strumming on her stool:
"Is reverence for aged parents dead?
Defend a wife and flout a mother's wish?
This stranger in the house I will not bear,
And none henceforth to thwart my will shall dare!"
Zhongqing fell dumb before his mother's rage,
Made her a bow profound and went his way.
In tears and sorrow he sought poor Lanzhi,
Though little comfort for them both he knew.
"The thought of parting rends my heart in twain!
And yet my mother will not be gainsaid.
My duties at the yamen call me hence.
'Tis best you go back ato your brother's home.
My yamen tasks complete, I will return
And take you with me to our home again.
It has to be, alas! Forgive me now,
And doubt not I will keep my solemn vow!"
Lanzhi made answer sorrowful and low:
"Nay, take no care to come for me again.
'Twas in the depth of winter, I recall,
I first came to this house a timid bride.
I bore myself with filial reverence,
Was never obstinate, self-willed or rude.
For three years, day and night , I toiled for her,
Nor heeded how long that sorry state might last,
My only care to serve your mother's will
And to repay the love you bore to me.
Yet from this house I now am driven out....
To what avail to bring me back again?
I'll leave my broidered jacket of brocade,
(Its golden lacings still are fresh and bright,)
My small, soft canopy of scarlet gauze
With perfumed herbs sewn in its corners four.
My trunks, my dowry, too, I leave behind,
As fair as ever in their silken wraps ---
Things, some of them, I had a fancy for,
Though now neglected and untouched they lie.
True, they are only cheap and tawdry wares,
Not nearly good enough for your new bride.
But you may share them out as tiny gifts,
Or, if you find no fit occasion now,
Keep them, my dear," she said , her eyes all wet.
"And her who owned them do not quite forger."
When the loud cock-crow marked another day
Lanzhi arose betimes and dressed herself.
She put on her embroidered skirt of silk.
And silken slippers pleasing to the eye,
Studded her braided locks with jewellery,
Hung pearly earring in her little ears,
With touch so delicate applied the rouge
Until her lips, already perfect, glowed.
Her fingers had a tapering loveliness,
Her waist seemed like a many-colored cloud.
A peerless beauty did she look, and sweet
The grace with which she moved her little feet.
To Zhongqing's mother then she bade farewell
In tender words that found a churlish ear:
"Lady, I am of humble origin,
Not well instructed and not well brought-up.
Stupid and shallow and inept am I ---
A sorry mate for any noble heir.
Yet you have treated me with kindliness,
And I ,for shame , have not served you well.
This house for evermore today I leave,
And that I cannot serve you more I grieve."
Then, trickling down her cheeks warm tears,
She bade farewell to Zhongqing's sister dear:
"When to this house I first came as a bride,
Dear sister, you wer just a naughty child.
See, you have grown well nigh as tall as I.
Now I must bid a hasty , long farewell;
Yet,if you love me,sister, for my sake,
Be gentle to your mother, care for her.
When all the maidens hold their festivals,
Forget not her who once looked after you."
With blinding tears and with a heavy heart
She took her seat then in the waiting cart.
For fear of prying eyes and cruel tongues
Zhongqing would meet her where the four roads met.
On the rough road her carriage pitched and shook,
The wheel-rims clattered and the axle creaked.
Then suddenly a horseman galloped up,
Down leaped the rider eagerly --- 'twas he!
They sat together and he whispered low:
"My love shall last to all eternity!
Only a short while with your brother stay,
The little while my yamen duties take.
Then I'll come back ... Let not your heart be sore!
I'll claim you for my very own once more!"
Poor Lanzhi, sobbing, fondly plucked his sleeve.
"Oh, what a comfort to me is your love:
And if you cannot bear to give me up,
Then come, but come before it is too late!
Be your love strong, enduring as the rocks!
Be mine resistant as the creeping vine!
For what more fixed than the eternal rocks?
Yet when I think upon my brother, lord
And tyrant of his household, then I fear
He will not look on me with kindliness,
And I shall suffer from his rage and scorn"
At length in tears the loving couple parted,
And lengthening distance left them broken-hearted.
When Lanzhi, all unheralded, reached home,
Doubt and suspicion clouded every mind.
"Daughter!" her mother in amazement cried.
"Alas! what brings you unattended back!
At thirteen, I recall, you learned to weave;
At fourteen you could embroider, sew;
At fifteen, music on the lute you made;
At sixteen knew the classics, prose and verse.
And then at seventeen, a lovely bride...
How proud I was to see you prosper so!
Yet, dear, you must have erred in deed or word.
Tell me the cause of your return alone."
Said Lanzhi, "Truly I am brought full low,
Yet in my duty did I never fail.”
The mother wept for pity at her tale.
Upon the tenth day after her return
There came one from the county magistrate,
A go-between, to woo her for his son,
A lad who had bare twenty summers seen,
Whose good looks put all other youths to shame,
Whose tongue was fluent and full eloquent.
Her mother, hoping against hope, said, "Child,
I pray you, if it pleases you, consent."
To which, in tears again, Lanzhi replied:
"Dear mother, when I parted with Zhongqing
He said, 'Be faithful!' o'er and o'er again,
And we both vowed eternal constancy.
If I should break my word and fickle prove,
Remorse would haunt me till my dying day.
Can I then think to wed again? No, no!
I pray you tell the matchmaker so"
So to the go-between the mother said:
"O honored sir, a stubborn child is mine,
But lately sent back to her brother's house.
A small official found her no good match ---
How should she please the magistrate's own heir?
Besides, she is in melancholy state:
Young gentlemen require a gayer mate."
So the official go-between went off
And , ere reporting to the magistrate,
Found for the sprig another fitting maid,
Born of a nearby family of note;
And, haply meeting with the prefect's scribe,
Learned that His Excellency's son and heir,
A worthy, excellent and handsome youth,
Himself aspired to wed the fair Lanzhi.
So to the brother's house they came once more,
This time as envoys from the prefect sent.
The flowery, official greeting o'er,
They told the special reason they had come.
The mother, torn this way and that, declared:
"My child has vowed she ne'er will wed again.
I fear I know no way to change her mind."
But Lanzhi's brother, ever worldly-wise,
Was never slow to seize a heaven-sent chance,
And to his sister spoke blunt words and harsh:
"See you not, girl, how much this profits you?
Your former husband held a petty post.
Now comes an offer from the prefect's son:
A greater contrast would be hard to find.
Turn down this offer if you will, this prize,
But think not I shall find you daily rice!"
What must be, must be, then thought poor Lanzhi
"Brother," she said, "what you have said is good.
I was a wife and now am none again;
I left you once and then came back again
To dwell beneath you hospitable roof.
Your will is such as cannot be gainsaid.
True, to Zhongqing I gave my plighted word,
Yet faint the hope of seeing him again!
Your counsel I must welcome as a boon:
Pray you ,arrange the ceremony soon."
When he heard this, the official go-between
Agreed to everything the brother asked.
Then to the Prefect's house they hurried back
To tell the happy outcome of their work.
It seemed so good a marriage for his son,
The Prefect thought, that full of sheer delight
He turned the pages of the almanac,
And therein found the most auspicious date
To be the thirtieth of that same month.
Whereon he summoned his subordinates:
"The thirtieth is a heaven-favored day,"
Said she, "and that is but three days away.
Have all in readiness to greet the bride."
The household was abuzz from floor to roof
As was befitting for a noble match.
There were, to fetch the bride, gay gondolas
Fresh-painted with designs of lucky birds
And silken pennant fluttering o'er the deck.
There were gold carriages with jade inlay
And well-groomed horses of the finest breed
With saddles shining, harness all arrayed!
As for the presents, strings of cash they told
Three thousand, bolts of silk and brocade
Three hundred. And among those precious gifts
Were globe-fish brought from some far distant clime.
The welcoming cortege, five hundred strong,
Would gladden all eyes as it passed along.
In the bride's house the troubled mother said:
"Lanzhi, the Prefect's messengers have come.
The welcoming party will arrive full soon.
'Tis time you donned your bridal finery.
You have agreed ... No time to tarry now!"
Lanzhi, too sad to utter any word,
Sobbed neath her kerchief to conceal her grief,
Her pale, pale cheeks all wet with bitter tears.
She dragged a chair with heavy marble seat
Towards the window where there was more light,
Took silk and scissors, measure, needle, braid,
Cut out in grief and wet her thread with tears.
Ere noon a jacket new and skirt she made;
By eve a wedding gown was all complete.
Then in the twilight, desperate, forlorn,
Out at the gate she stole to weep alone.
Then, suddenly, her sobbing died away...
Far off she heard a horse's anguished neigh!
Oh, that familiar neigh! Yet why so sore?
Indeed Zhongqing was riding fast that way.
The master had heard news, lost heart, asked leave.
The very steed, too, his forebodings shared.
At last, her straining eyes perceived him clear:
His presence filled her with both joy and pain.
Patting the horse, she heaved a woeful sigh.
"Zhongqing, my darling, at our parting dire
None could foresee the course events would take.
You cannot guess my abject misery,
But all we hoped is now an empty dream.
My mother you knew well. my tyrant brother,
'Twas he who schemed to wed me to another.
Now that the die is cast by fate austere,
What more can you expect of me,
my dear?"
Zhongqing, heart-stricken, forced himself to say,
"May you know every happiness, Lanzhi!
The rock stands fixed, unyielding evermore,
But oh! I fear the fibres of the vine
Have lost their toughness all too easily...
May you be rich and live in happy state,
But as for me, why, death shall be my fate!"
That stung her to the quick, but she replied,
"Why say such cruel things to me, my dear?
We both are shipwrecked on the sea of life,
Our vessels foundered by the ruthless gale.
Life has enjoined that man and wife must sever:
Let us both die, and be one flesh for ever!"
Long hand in hand they stayed before they went
With mournful steps and slow their different ways –
Two lovers, parting, knowing all too well
That death alone could make them one again.
All roads to joy fast blocked, they did not quail,
But vowed to terminate their tragic tale.
When Zhongqing, heavy-hearted, reached his home,
Straight to his mother's room he went, and bowed.
"The weather changes, mother. Bitter cold,
A terrifying wind sears leaf and tree.
The frost congeals the orchids, all the flowers,
And Zhongqing's life, too ,draws unto its close.
His sole regret is leaving you alone,
But 'tis his own desire to end life so –
No ghost, no devil, mother, hold him thrall!
Your son is like the rocks of Nanshan Range,
Immutable in death, immune to change."
The mother heard these words in sore amaze,
But guessed their cause, and pitied him in tears.
"My son, sole heir of noble family,
What great and glorious prospects lie ahead!
Why for a wanton should you think to die,
One so inferior in every way?
As I have told you, in the neighborhood
There dwells a paragon of loveliness.
Soon will I send a go-between to her,
And long and happy years be yours, my son!"
But he kept silence, bowed right low, and left,
Long, long is empty room he paced, and thought
A myriad thoughts of Lanzhi, love, and death.
Oft glanced he sadly towards his mother's room;
The world seemed shrouded in a pall of gloom!
The day for Lanzhi's splendid wedding came,
She lonelier than ever mid the throng.
She waited, waited till the night should fall.
At last the turmoil ceased, the guests thinned out.
"This is the day," she mused, "My journey's end.
My soul will wander, though my corpse remain."
The pond's dark waters beckoned, cold and chill.
Barefoot she waded in, and all was still.
Though for the news Zhongqing was half-prepared,
It nowise lighter made the dreadful blow.
Beneath the courtyard trees release he sought,
He turned southeast, and then the rope went taut...
Linked in a common grief, the families
Buried the lovers beside Mount Huashan.
And all around the graveyard grow dark pines,
Through all the changing seasons ever green,
With cypress interspersed and parasol trees.
Like lovingly the leaves and sprays caress;
And in the foliage dwell two little birds,
That mate for life, whose very name is love.
They cross their bills and sing to one another
Their soft endearments all night long till dawn,
And passersby stand spell-bound at the sound,
And lonely windows wake to hear and muse
Upon this story of a bygone day
Which shall endure till all shall pass away.
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