原文 Original text
繁體 Traditional
Reader's edition
含詞賦 With rhapsody
長老述懷
The Elder Voices His Heart
長老勒回馬道:「我长老勒回马道:「我
當年奉旨出長安,只憶西來拜佛顏。当年奉旨出长安,只忆西来拜佛颜。
舍利國中金像彩,浮屠塔裡玉毫斑。舍利国中金像彩,浮屠塔里玉毫斑。
尋窮天下無名水,歷遍人間不到山。寻穷天下无名水,历遍人间不到山。
逐逐煙波重疊疊,幾時能夠此身閑?」逐逐烟波重叠叠,几时能够此身闲?」
逐句解 Line by line
長老勒回馬道:「我
长老勒回马道:「我
The Elder reined his horse about and said: “I —
勒回馬 (lè huí mǎ), "to rein the horse about." 勒 read lè (rein); 長老 — 長 read zhǎng.
當年奉旨出長安,只憶西來拜佛顏。
当年奉旨出长安,只忆西来拜佛颜。
In that year I bore the decree and set out from Cháng’an, / mindful only of coming west to bow before the Buddha’s face.
奉旨 (fèng zhǐ), "bearing the imperial decree." 長安 read Cháng’ān; 拜佛 — 佛 read fó.
舍利國中金像彩,浮屠塔裡玉毫斑。
舍利国中金像彩,浮屠塔里玉毫斑。
In lands of relics the golden images blaze with color; / within the stūpa towers the jade brow-tuft gleams and flecks.
舍利 (shèlì), "relics" (śarīra) — 舍 read shè. 浮屠 (fútú), "stūpa"; 玉毫 (yù háo), the Buddha’s jade brow-tuft (ūrnā). 中 read zhōng.
尋窮天下無名水,歷遍人間不到山。
寻穷天下无名水,历遍人间不到山。
I have sought to the ends of the earth its nameless waters, / passed through all the human world to mountains none has reached.
尋窮 (xún qióng), "to search to the very end." 歷遍, "to pass through everywhere." 人間, "the human world."
逐逐煙波重疊疊,幾時能夠此身閑?」
逐逐烟波重叠叠,几时能够此身闲?」
On and on through misted waves, fold upon fold heaped high — / when shall I ever win this body a moment’s rest?”
重疊疊 (chóng dié dié), "fold upon layered fold." 重 read chóng; 身閑, "the body at leisure."
總評 Commentary
The Elder answers not with argument but with a regulated poem (律詩) of self-account. He rehearses the arc of his mission — the decree borne out of Cháng’an, the single-minded vow to bow before the Buddha, the relic-lands with their gilded images and the jade brow-tuft (玉毫, the ūrnā) gleaming within the stūpas — before turning to the weariness of it all: nameless waters sought to the world’s end, unreached mountains crossed, mist-waves heaped fold on fold.
The poem’s closing question, 幾時能夠此身閑 (“when shall this body ever rest?”), gives the topos of pilgrimage-fatigue its most plaintive form, and its position is once more ironic: the Elder longs for rest precisely as the hardest trial of the Gold- and Silver-Horn arc draws near. The verse functions less as narrative than as characterization, fixing the Elder’s piety and his very human exhaustion in a single lyric.