Pipa Xing original text and translation is as follows:
Pipa Xing (and preface) Tang Bai Juyi
Yuanhe ten years, I left to move to Jiujiang County Secretary. Next year in the fall, send guests Penpu mouth, heard the boat night playing the pipa, listen to the sound, clanking with the sound of Kyoto. Asked the person, this Chang'an advocate girl, tasted learning pipa in Mu, Cao two good talent, old age, color decline, entrusted to the Jia people's women. I was so happy that I was able to play a few songs on the pipa.
The song finished compassionately, recounting the joys of the young hours, now sinking and emaciated, migrating between the rivers and lakes. I left the government for two years, quiet and at ease, feeling the words of the people, is the beginning of the evening feel the intention of relocation and banishment. Because of the long sentence, song to gift, where six hundred and sixteen words, named "Pipa Xing".
Xunyang (xún) River at the head of the night to send guests, maple leaves and dixie (dí) flowers in the fall. The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat, and he raised his wine to drink without pipa. The drunkenness was not enough to make them happy, and they were about to leave each other, with the moon drenched in the vastness of the river. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a pipa on the water, and the master forgot to return to the ship. The master had forgotten to return, but the guest did not speak. When I searched for the sound, I asked who was playing the lute, but the lute sound stopped and I wanted to speak. I moved the boat to invite them to meet each other, and added wine to the lanterns to reopen the banquet. The Pipa is a pipa with a half-covered face.
The lute's three or two strings were plucked, and the tune of the lute was not yet ready to be played. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your mind. The first is "Ni (ní) Shang (cháng)" and the second is "Mode Lift Six Youngest". The big strings are as noisy as rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The small strings are like whispers. The big pearls fall from the jade disk. The warbler's words are slippery under the flowers, and the spring flows under the ice in the pharynx.
The icy spring is cold and the string is condensed, condensed by no means passes the sound of a temporary break. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first time the bottle was broken, the iron horsemen pointed out the blind sword and gun. At the end of the song, when the dial is drawn, the four strings make a sound like cracking silk (bó). The east boat and the west boat (fǎng) are silent, only the white moon in the center of the river is seen. In the midst of meditating and plucking the strings, he straightens his clothes and rests his face. He said that he was originally a woman from the capital, and that his family lived under the toadstools.
Thirteen years ago, I learned to play the pipa, and it was the first part of the workshop. The song was once taught to good talents, and the makeup was made up every time by Qiu Niang envy. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a song, and it was the first time I saw a song. The silver grate on the head of the tin (diàn) is broken, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine. I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of it. My brother went to the army and my aunt died, and the color of my life is the same as it was in the twilight. The oldest married to a businesswoman.
The businessman is a man who values profit over parting, and he bought tea at Fu Liang the month before. I was in the middle of the night, and I had a dream that I would be a teenager. The night is deep and I suddenly dream of my teenage years, and I cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry. I heard the pipa already sighing, and then I heard the words again. We are the same people at the end of the world, why should we ever meet each other? I resigned from the imperial capital last year, banished (zhé) living sick Xunyang City. The Xunyang remote land without music, do not hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.
Living near the Pen River is low and wet, yellow reeds and bitter bamboo around the house. The first thing I heard was that I had to go to the hospital to get a prescription for a new drug. The azalea cries blood and the apes wail. The spring river flowers towards the autumn moon night, often take the wine also pour alone. There are no mountain songs and village flutes, but they are hard to hear. Tonight, when I heard your pipa words, it was like listening to immortal music. I'll play a song for you, and I'll write Pipa Xing for you.
It's been a long time since I've said this, but I've been sitting on a string for a long time, and it's been a long time since I've been sitting on a string. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. I'm not sure who's crying the most, but I'm not sure who's crying the most. The Jiangzhou Secretary of State's green shirt is wet.
Translation: I went to Xunyang River to see off a returning guest on an autumn night, and the cold wind was blowing the maple leaves and reeds. The guest and I dismounted from our horses and set up a farewell banquet on the boat, and raised our glasses to drink but there was no music to cheer us up. Drinking wine is not happy and sad to be parted, the parting night of the river reflecting the bright moon. Suddenly heard on the river pipa crisp sound, I forgot to return to the guests also do not want to move.
Searching for the source of the sound, I asked who was playing the pipa. The lute had stopped for a long time, but there was no movement. We moved closer to the boat to invite her out to meet us, told the subordinates to add wine back to the lamp to re-establish the banquet. Only after a thousand calls did she come out slowly, holding the lute in her arms and covering half of her face. Turning tight piano axis strumming the strings to try to play the only code empty a few sounds, not yet into the tune of that form is very sentimental.
The strings of the sad and mournful voice implied contemplation, seems to tell her life's ambition; she lowered her head and played continuously with her hands, with the sound of the lute to the heart of the infinite past said all. Gently stroked together slowly twisted and kneaded under the wipe and upward picking, first played the "Nei Shang Yu Yi Qu" and then played the "six youngest". The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a storm, and the second time I was in the middle of a rainstorm, and the third time I was in the middle of a rainstorm, I was in the middle of a rainstorm.
Suddenly it was like a silver bottle crashing and splashing, or like a cavalryman in iron armor fighting with swords and spears. The end of a song she aimed at the center of the strings scratching, four strings of a roar as if tearing the cloth. East boat and west boat people are quiet listening, only see the center of the river reflected white autumn moon shadow. She collected the plectrum and inserted it into the strings in a deep voice, and straightened her clothes to still show her solemn face.
She said she was originally a famous singer in the capital, her hometown in Chang'an city southeast of the toadstools. Playing the pipa skill at the age of thirteen has been learned, the first team of the orchestra listed in my name. Every time I played a song, I impressed the masters and was envied by my fellow courtesans. The children of the rich and powerful in Kyoto competed to be the first to offer their colors, and the red silk they received after playing a song was countless.
The silver grate (bì) on the head of the tin (diàn) was often broken and shattered, and the red dress was stained with wine, but she did not regret it. Year after year are spent in laughter and hilarity, autumn and spring good time in vain. Brothers from the army sisters died family has been broken, twilight to the morning I also gradually old color.
The merchant, who emphasizes profit but not love, often parted ways easily, and last month he went to Furlong to do tea business. He went to leave me in the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the autumn moon and I companion around the cabin of the autumn water bleak and cold. Deeper night often dream of teenage fun and revelry, dreaming of crying and waking up tears and tears stained the face of the powder. I listened to the pipa's sobbing already shook his head and sighed, and then heard her say this more called me sad.
We are both the same end of the world of the sad people, today we meet why ask whether we have known each other! Since last year I left the prosperous capital of Chang'an, was relegated to live in the Xunyang River often sick. Xunyang this place is desolate and remote no music, all year round can not hear the sound of musical instruments. The river is a low-lying, humid place, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo grow thickly around the mansion.
What can be heard here in the morning and evening? The most important thing is that you can hear the sad cries of cuckoos and monkeys. The spring river flowers towards the autumn river moonlight night such a good scene, but also can not help often take the wine alone drink alone drink. Is there no mountain song and village flute here? It's just that the tone is so hoarse and coarse that it's hard to hear. Tonight, I heard you play the pipa to tell you your love, just like hearing fairy music, my eyes are bright and my ears are clear.
Please don't refuse to sit down and play again, and I'll compose a new poem for you, "Pipa Xing". She was touched by my words and stood for a long time, then turned back to sit down and tightened the strings again to pluck out a sharp sound. The sound was no longer as mournful as it had been a moment before, and all the people in the audience who heard it again covered their faces and wept incessantly. To ask who among us shed the most tears? I Jiangzhou Sima tears wet through the green shirt lapel!
"Pipa Xing" Appreciation:
"Pipa Xing" is a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Through the description of the pipa girl's excellent playing skills and her unfortunate experience, the poem exposes the unreasonable phenomenon of bureaucratic corruption, the withering of people's livelihoods, and the burying of talents in the feudal society, and expresses the poet's deep sympathy for the pipa girl, as well as the poet's resentment towards his own innocence of being deported.
The whole poem is closely integrated with the narrative and lyric, creating a complete and distinctive character image; the language is well-proportioned, beautiful and harmonious, especially the description of the pipa's performance, the simile is apt, and it turns the virtual into the real, presenting a distinctive musical image.