賜號捻土 The Name Bestowed; The Pinch of Dust
太宗舉爵,又問曰:「御弟雅號甚稱?」玄奘道:「貧僧出家人,未敢稱號。」太宗道:「當時菩薩說,西天有經三藏。御弟可指經取號,號作三藏何如?」玄奘又謝恩,接了御酒道:「陛下,酒乃僧家頭一戒,貧僧自為人,不會飲酒。」太宗道:「今日之行,比他事不同,此乃素酒,只飲此一杯,以盡朕奉餞之意。」三藏不敢不受,接了酒,方待要飲,只見太宗低頭,將御指拾一撮塵土,彈入酒中。三藏不解其意,太宗笑道:「御弟啊,這一去,到西天,幾時可回?」三藏道:「只在三年,徑回上國。」太宗道:「日久年深,山遙路遠,御弟可進此酒:寧戀本鄉一捻土,莫愛他鄉萬兩金。」三藏方悟捻土之意,復謝恩飲盡,辭謝出關而去。唐王駕回。太宗举爵,又问曰:「御弟雅号甚称?」玄奘道:「贫僧出家人,未敢称号。」太宗道:「当时菩萨说,西天有经三藏。御弟可指经取号,号作三藏何如?」玄奘又谢恩,接了御酒道:「陛下,酒乃僧家头一戒,贫僧自为人,不会饮酒。」太宗道:「今日之行,比他事不同,此乃素酒,只饮此一杯,以尽朕奉饯之意。」三藏不敢不受,接了酒,方待要饮,只见太宗低头,将御指拾一撮尘土,弹入酒中。三藏不解其意,太宗笑道:「御弟啊,这一去,到西天,几时可回?」三藏道:「只在三年,径回上国。」太宗道:「日久年深,山遥路远,御弟可进此酒:宁恋本乡一捻土,莫爱他乡万两金。」三藏方悟捻土之意,复谢恩饮尽,辞谢出关而去。唐王驾回。
逐句解 Line by line
Taizong raised the cup and asked: 'What is the Imperial Brother's elegant style-name?'
甚 in 甚稱 ('what is [it] styled') is the interrogative shén; 雅號 is a literary style-name.
Xuanzang said: 'Your poor monk is one who has left the household; I have not presumed to take a style-name.'
As a monk, Xuanzang has renounced the worldly custom of a literary sobriquet.
Taizong said: 'The Bodhisattva said just now that in the Western Heaven there are scriptures in Three Baskets. The Imperial Brother might take his name from the scriptures — what if you were styled "Tripitaka"?'
Both occurrences of 藏 in 三藏 ('the Three Baskets,' the Tripiṭaka) are zàng. The emperor coins the name by which Xuanzang will be known for the rest of the novel — Sanzang, 'Tripiṭaka.'
Xuanzang thanked him again, and taking the imperial wine said: 'Your Majesty, wine is the very first prohibition of the monk's house; since I became a man, I have never drunk wine.'
為 in 自為人 ('since I became a man') is wéi. The prohibition on alcohol is the first of the monastic precepts.
Taizong said: 'Today's journey is unlike other matters; this is but a plain wine — drink only this one cup, to fulfill my wish to speed you on your way.'
素酒 ('plain wine') is understood as unfermented or mild, that a monk might take; 盡 in 以盡...之意 is jìn.
Tripitaka dared not refuse; he took the wine and was just about to drink, when he saw Taizong bend down, pinch up a bit of dust with his imperial fingers, and flick it into the cup.
藏 in 三藏 is zàng; 將 in 將御指 is the disposal jiāng. The emperor's strange gesture sets up the parting lesson.
Tripitaka did not understand his meaning, and Taizong smiled and said: 'Imperial Brother — this journey to the Western Heaven, when will you return?'
藏 in 三藏 is zàng.
Tripitaka said: 'In but three years I shall come straight back to the high land.'
藏 in 三藏 is zàng. His confident estimate — three years — will prove far short of the fourteen the journey takes.
Taizong said: 'The days will be long and the years deep, the mountains far and the road distant. Let the Imperial Brother drink this wine, and: better to cherish one pinch of your native soil than to love ten thousand taels of another land's gold.'
The emperor's parting couplet — 寧戀本鄉一捻土,莫愛他鄉萬兩金 — is one of the most quoted lines of the novel, a lesson in love of homeland; the pinch of dust in the cup was its wordless emblem. Spoken as a proverb, it is set here as prose rather than as cited verse.
Then Tripitaka grasped the meaning of the pinched dust, and thanking him again, drank the cup dry, took his leave, and went out beyond the barrier. The Tang king's carriage returned.
藏 in 三藏 is zàng; 盡 in 飲盡 ('drank dry') is jìn. With the cup drained and the barrier crossed, the pilgrimage proper begins.
The chapter's final scene gives Xuanzang both his name and his deepest charge. Taizong styles him 'Tripitaka' after the Three Baskets of scripture he goes to fetch — the name that will identify him through the whole journey — and then, in the celebrated pinch-of-dust farewell, teaches him a lesson no rescript could carry. Flicking a bit of native earth into the wine, the emperor draws out the couplet that has become proverbial: better one pinch of home soil than a fortune in foreign gold. The gesture binds the cosmic pilgrimage to the tie of homeland, and the wine — which the monk cannot refuse his sworn brother and sovereign — seals the bond. Tripitaka's confident 'three years' hangs over the parting with quiet irony, for the reader knows the road will take fourteen; and as he drinks and passes beyond the barrier, the long journey west at last begins.