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天亮了
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天亮了 Day Has Broken

xíngzhějiàodào:「shītiānliànglelái。」sānzàngcáixǐngjuéfānshēndào:「zhèngshì。」穿chuānlekāiménchūláitáitóuzhǐjiànxiēdàohóngqiángjiànlelóutái殿diànjīngdào:「yazěnmezhè殿diàndōushìhóngqiáng?」xíngzhědào:「háizuòmènglijīnzǒulehuǒde。」sānzàngdào:「zěnzhī?」xíngzhědào:「shìlǎosūnlechántángjiànshīnóngshuìcéngjīngdòng。」sānzàngdào:「yǒuběnshìlechántángjiùjiùbiéfángzhīhuǒ?」xíngzhěxiàodào:「hǎojiàoshīzhīguǒránzuózhīyánàishàngmendejiāshāsuànyàoshāoshāmenruòshìlǎosūnzhījuédàojīnjiēchénghuī。」sānzàngwényánhàidào:「shìmenfàngdehuǒme?」xíngzhědào:「shìshìshuí?」sānzàngdào:「shìdàimànlegàndezhègòudàng?」xíngzhějiàodào:「shītiānliànglelái。」sānzàngcáixǐngjuéfānshēndào:「zhèngshì。」穿chuānlekāiménchūláitáitóuzhǐjiànxiēdàohóngqiángjiànlelóutái殿diànjīngdào:「yazěnmezhè殿diàndōushìhóngqiáng?」xíngzhědào:「háizuòmènglijīnzǒulehuǒde。」sānzàngdào:「zěnzhī?」xíngzhědào:「shìlǎosūnlechántángjiànshīnóngshuìcéngjīngdòng。」sānzàngdào:「yǒuběnshìlechántángjiùjiùbiéfángzhīhuǒ?」xíngzhěxiàodào:「hǎojiàoshīzhīguǒránzuózhīyánàishàngmendejiāshāsuànyàoshāoshāmenruòshìlǎosūnzhījuédàojīnjiēchénghuī。」sānzàngwényánhàidào:「shìmenfàngdehuǒme?」xíngzhědào:「shìshìshuí?」sānzàngdào:「shìdàimànlegàndezhègòudàng?」


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhějiàodào:「shītiānliànglelái。」sānzàngcáixǐngjuéfānshēndào:「zhèngshì。」 xíngzhějiàodào:「shītiānliànglelái。」sānzàngcáixǐngjuéfānshēndào:「zhèngshì。」

The Pilgrim called out, "Master, day has broken. Get up." Sanzang, just waking, turned over and said, "So it has."

天亮了, "day has broken" — three characters of appalling understatement, given what the daylight is about to show. 醒覺 is to wake and become aware.

穿chuānlekāiménchūláitáitóuzhǐjiànxiēdàohóngqiángjiànlelóutái殿diàn 穿chuānlekāiménchūláitáitóuzhǐjiànxiēdàohóngqiángjiànlelóutái殿diàn

He put on his clothes, opened the door and came out — and lifting his head, saw nothing but toppled walls and reddened brick; the towers and halls were gone.

倒壁紅牆, "toppled walls and red brick" — the here is the colour fire leaves behind. 不見了樓臺殿宇: the towers and halls are simply not seen. The description that opened this chapter, hall upon hall and tier upon tier, is being unwritten line by line.

jīngdào:「yazěnmezhè殿diàndōushìhóngqiáng?」 jīngdào:「yazěnmezhè殿diàndōushìhóngqiáng?」

In great alarm he cried, "Ah! How is it the halls are all vanished, and everything is red walls? What is this?"

Sanzang's question is the reader's, and his disciple answers it with a jest. Note that the man who prophesied all of this — 殞身滅命皆起於此, bodies destroyed and lives ended, and the whole of it takes its rise from here — does not recognise his own prophecy in its fulfilment.

xíngzhědào:「háizuòmènglijīnzǒulehuǒde。」sānzàngdào:「zěnzhī?」 xíngzhědào:「háizuòmènglijīnzǒulehuǒde。」sānzàngdào:「zěnzhī?」

The Pilgrim said, "You are still dreaming. A fire got away in the night." Sanzang said, "How is it I knew nothing of it?"

你還做夢哩, "you are still dreaming" ( is hái). And then 走了火, "a fire got away" — precisely the phrase Guangmou coached the monks to use. Wukong hands his master the arsonists' own cover story, and the joke is that it is not even a lie.

xíngzhědào:「shìlǎosūnlechántángjiànshīnóngshuìcéngjīngdòng。」 xíngzhědào:「shìlǎosūnlechántángjiànshīnóngshuìcéngjīngdòng。」

The Pilgrim said, "Old Sun was guarding the meditation hall; and seeing my master deep in sleep, I did not disturb him."

濃睡 is deep sleep. He offers the fact as a kindness: he did not wake him. It is also, as it happens, the reason there was nobody awake to stop him.

sānzàngdào:「yǒuběnshìlechántángjiùjiùbiéfángzhīhuǒ?」 sānzàngdào:「yǒuběnshìlechántángjiùjiùbiéfángzhīhuǒ?」

Sanzang said, "If you had the power to guard the meditation hall, how is it you did not put out the fire in the other quarters?"

Sanzang asks the question the whole chapter has been waiting for, and he asks it in one breath: if you had power enough to shield this hall, why did you not put out the fire in the rest? It is unanswerable, and Wukong is about to answer it anyway — with something a good deal worse than an evasion.

xíngzhěxiàodào:「hǎojiàoshīzhīguǒránzuózhīyán xíngzhěxiàodào:「hǎojiàoshīzhīguǒránzuózhīyán

The Pilgrim laughed. "Let me tell my master how it was. It fell out just as you said yesterday:

好教師父得知 ("let master be informed"): is the causative jiào, 得知 takes . 果然依你昨日之言 — "it turned out exactly as you said yesterday." He concedes the point cheerfully now, having flatly refused it at the time it might have helped.

àishàngmendejiāshāsuànyàoshāoshāmen àishàngmendejiāshāsuànyàoshāoshāmen

"they took a liking to our cassock, and laid a plan to burn us to death.

愛上 is to conceive a love for — the same verb one would use of falling for a person. 算計 is to reckon up and scheme.

ruòshìlǎosūnzhījuédàojīnjiēchénghuī。」 ruòshìlǎosūnzhījuédàojīnjiēchénghuī。」

"Had old Sun not perceived it, by now we should both be ashes and bones."

灰骨 is "ashes and bones"; the final gives the sentence a classical finality, like a full stop struck in stone. What Wukong claims — that the two of them would by now be dead — is exactly true.

sānzàngwényánhàidào:「shìmenfàngdehuǒme?」xíngzhědào:「shìshìshuí?」 sānzàngwényánhàidào:「shìmenfàngdehuǒme?」xíngzhědào:「shìshìshuí?」

Sanzang, hearing it, was afraid. "Was it they who set the fire?" "If not they, who?" said the Pilgrim.

不是他是誰? "If not they, who?" The question is rhetorical, and it is about to be turned back on him with rather more justice than he expects.

sānzàngdào:「shìdàimànlegàndezhègòudàng?」 sānzàngdào:「shìdàimànlegàndezhègòudàng?」

Sanzang said, "Can it be that they slighted you, and this is a piece of your own work?"

怠慢 is to slight, to fail in hospitality. 勾當 is read gòu dàng, "a piece of business," and always carries a disreputable colour — "what have you been up to." Sanzang has known this disciple for two chapters, and he asks, at once, exactly the right question.


總評 Commentary

Sanzang steps out of a door and the monastery is gone. What he sees is given in six characters — 倒壁紅牆, toppled walls and reddened brick — and what he does not see in six more: 不見了樓臺殿宇. The chapter opened on a description of halls in tiers, coloured cloud, ageless pines, and a quatrain calling the place a Jetavana. It is now brick and ash, and the man who was so pleased to bow to the Bodhisattva's image slept through the whole of it under a shield borrowed from Heaven.

The exchange that follows is superb comedy played at the edge of something terrible. Wukong is cheerful. He reports, accurately, that his master was right and he was wrong — 果然依你昨日之言 — and takes evident pleasure in it, as though the fulfilment of a prophecy of death were a point scored in an argument. And Sanzang, alarmed but not stupid, asks the two questions the situation demands. First: 你有本事護了禪堂如何就不救別房之火? If you could shield this hall, why not save the rest? Second, and immediately: 莫不是怠慢了你你幹的這個勾當? Did they slight you, and is this your doing? He has his disciple's measure exactly. The answer, in the next passage, will be a denial that concedes everything.