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Trapped in the Tiger's Den, the Gold Star Dispels the Peril · At Twin-Fork Ridge, Liu Boqin Takes In the Monk

太保鬥虎
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional 含詞賦 With rhapsody

太保鬥虎 The Warden Fights the Tiger

guòleshānyòutīngdefēngxiǎngqīndào:「zhǎnglǎoxiūzǒuzuòzàijiānfēngxiǎngchùshìshānmāoláileděngjiāguǎndài。」sānzàngjiànshuōyòudǎnzhànxīnjīnggǎntàibǎozhílegāngchāzhuāikāiyíngjiāngshàngzhǐjiànzhībānlánduìmiànzhuàngjiànkànjiànqīnhuítóujiùzǒuzhètàibǎoshēngduōdào:「chùzǒu!」jiàngǎndezhuǎnshēnlūnzhǎoláizhètàibǎosānchāshǒuyíngxiàdesānzàngruǎntānzàicǎozhèshàngchūniángcéngjiànzhèyàngxiōngxiǎndegōudāngtàibǎozàishānxiàrénxiāngchíguǒshìchǎnghǎodòudànjiànguòleshānyòutīngdefēngxiǎngqīndào:「zhǎnglǎoxiūzǒuzuòzàijiānfēngxiǎngchùshìshānmāoláileděngjiāguǎndài。」sānzàngjiànshuōyòudǎnzhànxīnjīnggǎntàibǎozhílegāngchāzhuāikāiyíngjiāngshàngzhǐjiànzhībānlánduìmiànzhuàngjiànkànjiànqīnhuítóujiùzǒuzhètàibǎoshēngduōdào:「chùzǒu!」jiàngǎndezhuǎnshēnlūnzhǎoláizhètàibǎosānchāshǒuyíngxiàdesānzàngruǎntānzàicǎozhèshàngchūniángcéngjiànzhèyàngxiōngxiǎndegōudāngtàibǎozàishānxiàrénxiāngchíguǒshìchǎnghǎodòudànjiàn

fēnfēnkuángfēnggǔngǔnfēnfēnkuángfēnggǔngǔn
fēnfēntàibǎochōngguānduōfēnfēntàibǎochōngguānduō
kuángfēnggǔngǔnbānbiāochěngshìpēnhóngchénkuángfēnggǔngǔnbānbiāochěngshìpēnhóngchén
zhāngzhǎozhèzhuǎnhuíshēnzhāngzhǎozhèzhuǎnhuíshēn
sānchāqíngtiānhuǎngqiānhuāwěirǎoyúnfēisānchāqíngtiānhuǎngqiānhuāwěirǎoyúnfēi
zhèdāngxiōngluànmiànláitūnzhèdāngxiōngluànmiànláitūn
shǎnguòdezàishēngréndàozhuàngzháodedìngjiànyánjūnshǎnguòdezàishēngréndàozhuàngzháodedìngjiànyánjūn
zhǐtīngdebānbiāoxiāohǒutàibǎoshēnghěnzhǐtīngdebānbiāoxiāohǒutàibǎoshēnghěn
bānbiāoxiāohǒuzhènlièshānchuānjīngniǎoshòubānbiāoxiāohǒuzhènlièshānchuānjīngniǎoshòu
tàibǎoshēnghěnkāitiānxiànxīngchéntàibǎoshēnghěnkāitiānxiànxīngchén
jīnjīngchūzhèzhuàngdǎnshēngchēnjīnjīngchūzhèzhuàngdǎnshēngchēn
àizhènshānliútàibǎokānkuāshòuzhījūnàizhènshānliútàibǎokānkuāshòuzhījūn
réntānshēngzhēngshèngxiēeryǒumànsàngsānhúnréntānshēngzhēngshèngxiēeryǒumànsàngsānhún

逐句解 Line by line

guòleshānyòutīngdefēngxiǎngqīndào:「zhǎnglǎoxiūzǒuzuòzàijiānfēngxiǎngchùshìshānmāoláileděngjiāguǎndài。」sānzàngjiànshuōyòudǎnzhànxīnjīnggǎntàibǎozhílegāngchāzhuāikāiyíngjiāngshàngzhǐjiànzhībānlánduìmiànzhuàngjiànkànjiànqīnhuítóujiùzǒuzhètàibǎoshēngduōdào:「chùzǒu!」jiàngǎndezhuǎnshēnlūnzhǎoláizhètàibǎosānchāshǒuyíngxiàdesānzàngruǎntānzàicǎozhèshàngchūniángcéngjiànzhèyàngxiōngxiǎndegōudāngtàibǎozàishānxiàrénxiāngchíguǒshìchǎnghǎodòudànjiàn guòleshānyòutīngdefēngxiǎngqīndào:「zhǎnglǎoxiūzǒuzuòzàijiānfēngxiǎngchùshìshānmāoláileděngjiāguǎndài。」sānzàngjiànshuōyòudǎnzhànxīnjīnggǎntàibǎozhílegāngchāzhuāikāiyíngjiāngshàngzhǐjiànzhībānlánduìmiànzhuàngjiànkànjiànqīnhuítóujiùzǒuzhètàibǎoshēngduōdào:「chùzǒu!」jiàngǎndezhuǎnshēnlūnzhǎoláizhètàibǎosānchāshǒuyíngxiàdesānzàngruǎntānzàicǎozhèshàngchūniángcéngjiànzhèyàngxiōngxiǎndegōudāngtàibǎozàishānxiàrénxiāngchíguǒshìchǎnghǎodòudànjiàn

When they had crossed the slope, they heard once more a whistling of wind. Boqin said: “Stay where you are, elder, and sit here a while. Where the wind whistles, a mountain-cat is coming; let me take him home to make you a meal.” At these words Sanzang's heart quailed again, and he dared not stir a step. The Guardian gripped his steel trident, strode forward, and went to meet it. There, face to face, he came upon a striped tiger, which, catching sight of Boqin, turned its head at once to flee. But the Guardian, with a crash like a thunderclap, bellowed: “Where are you off to, cursed beast!” The tiger, seeing itself hard pressed, wheeled about, brandished its claws, and sprang. The Guardian raised his three-pronged trident to meet the attack. Sanzang was so frightened he went limp and slumped down on the grass. This monk, since first he left his mother's womb, had never seen so perilous a business. The Guardian and the tiger, below that mountain slope, man and beast grappling together — it was truly a fine fight. Behold:

山貓 (shān māo), “mountain-cat,” is Boqin's rough hunter's word for the tiger. 那業畜, “cursed beast,” and 那裡走, “where are you off to,” catch his blunt, contemptuous ease with the animal that so terrifies the monk. The combat is then rendered in a formal rhapsody.

fēnfēnkuángfēnggǔngǔn fēnfēnkuángfēnggǔngǔn

Wrath in billows; wild wind in surges.

The rhapsody is built on two refrains — “wrath in billows” for the man, “wild wind in surges” for the beast — which recur and interweave through the fight.

fēnfēntàibǎochōngguānduō fēnfēntàibǎochōngguānduō

Wrath in billows: the Guardian, his hair bristling at his cap, of mighty thews;

沖冠 (chōng guān), the hair “bristling against the cap,” is the classic image of towering rage.

kuángfēnggǔngǔnbānbiāochěngshìpēnhóngchén kuángfēnggǔngǔnbānbiāochěngshìpēnhóngchén

wild wind in surges: the striped tiger, flaunting its force, spewing the red dust.

斑彪 (bān biāo), the “striped tiger,” is a poetic name for the beast, used throughout the rhapsody.

zhāngzhǎozhèzhuǎnhuíshēn zhāngzhǎozhèzhuǎnhuíshēn

That one bares its fangs and flails its claws; this one shifts his footing and turns his body.

sānchāqíngtiānhuǎngqiānhuāwěirǎoyúnfēi sānchāqíngtiānhuǎngqiānhuāwěirǎoyúnfēi

The three-pronged trident lifts to heaven and dazzles the sun; the many-flowered tail stirs the mist and sends the clouds flying.

zhèdāngxiōngluànmiànláitūn zhèdāngxiōngluànmiànláitūn

This one thrusts wildly at the breast; that one comes face-on to devour.

shǎnguòdezàishēngréndàozhuàngzháodedìngjiànyánjūn shǎnguòdezàishēngréndàozhuàngzháodedìngjiànyánjūn

Who dodges clear is born again into the world of men; who takes the blow will surely meet King Yama.

閻君 (Yán jūn), King Yama, is the lord of the dead — to “meet” him is to die.

zhǐtīngdebānbiāoxiāohǒutàibǎoshēnghěn zhǐtīngdebānbiāoxiāohǒutàibǎoshēnghěn

One heard only the striped tiger's roaring, and the Guardian's savage shout.

bānbiāoxiāohǒuzhènlièshānchuānjīngniǎoshòu bānbiāoxiāohǒuzhènlièshānchuānjīngniǎoshòu

The striped tiger's roar rent the hills and streams and startled the birds and beasts;

tàibǎoshēnghěnkāitiānxiànxīngchén tàibǎoshēnghěnkāitiānxiànxīngchén

the Guardian's shout split open the courts of Heaven and laid bare the stars.

jīnjīngchūzhèzhuàngdǎnshēngchēn jīnjīngchūzhèzhuàngdǎnshēngchēn

That one, its golden eyes bulging with fury; this one, his stout heart swelling with wrath.

àizhènshānliútàibǎokānkuāshòuzhījūn àizhènshānliútàibǎokānkuāshòuzhījūn

Admirable, the Guardian Liu of the Mountain; worthy of praise, the ground-holding lord of the beasts.

據地獸之君, “the ground-holding lord of the beasts,” is the tiger, king of its domain — the couplet pairs the two combatants as equals, each a sovereign of his kind.

réntānshēngzhēngshèngxiēeryǒumànsàngsānhún réntānshēngzhēngshèngxiēeryǒumànsàngsānhún

Man and tiger, each greedy of life, contend for victory; let there be the slightest slackening, and one loses his three souls.

三魂 (sān hún), the “three souls” of Daoist belief, stand for life itself; the least lapse in the struggle means death.


總評 Commentary

The chapter's terror returns, but transformed: where Sanzang could only faint and be saved, Boqin meets the tiger head-on, and the beast that has been the chapter's presiding horror is now merely a “mountain-cat” to a hunter's contempt. The combat is given a full rhapsody, one of the novel's characteristic battle-pieces, built on interlaced refrains — “wrath in billows” for the man, “wild wind in surges” for the tiger — that alternate and echo as the two close. The verse magnifies both to cosmic scale (the trident “dazzles the sun,” the shout “lays bare the stars”) and, pointedly, matches them as equals: the hunter a “Guardian of the Mountain,” the tiger a “ground-holding lord of the beasts,” each a sovereign of his kind, each “greedy of life.” Set against the fainting monk on the grass, the fight measures the distance between Sanzang's helplessness and the ordinary human courage that now protects him — a courage that will, in the next passage, dispatch the tiger and carry the pilgrim to shelter.