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不睡他了
No More Sleep
那獃子轂轆的依然睡倒。行者又飛來,著耳根後又啄了一下。獃子慌得爬起來道:「這個亡人,卻打攪得我狠。想必這裡是他的窠巢,生蛋佈雛,怕我占了,故此這般打攪。罷罷罷,不睡他了。」搴著鈀,徑出紅草坡,找路又走。可不喜壞了孫行者,笑倒個美猴王。行者道:「這夯貨大睜著兩個眼,連自家人也認不得。」那呆子毂辘的依然睡倒。行者又飞来,著耳根后又啄了一下。呆子慌得爬起来道:「这个亡人,却打搅得我狠。想必这里是他的窠巢,生蛋布雏,怕我占了,故此这般打搅。罢罢罢,不睡他了。」搴著钯,径出红草坡,找路又走。可不喜坏了孙行者,笑倒个美猴王。行者道:「这夯货大睁著两个眼,连自家人也认不得。」
逐句解 Line by line
那獃子轂轆的依然睡倒。
那呆子毂辘的依然睡倒。
The blockhead rolled over and lay down to sleep as before.
轂轆 (gū lù), "rolling [over]." 那 nà; 轂 gū; 睡倒 — 倒 dǎo.
行者又飛來,著耳根後又啄了一下。
行者又飞来,著耳根后又啄了一下。
Pilgrim flew over again and pecked once more, there behind his ear.
著耳根後 (zhe ěr gēn hòu), "at the back of the ear" — locative 著 zhe.
獃子慌得爬起來道:「這個亡人,卻打攪得我狠。
呆子慌得爬起来道:「这个亡人,却打搅得我狠。
The blockhead, flustered, scrambled up: “That cursed thing — it plagues me sorely.
打攪 (dǎ jiǎo), "to disturb, plague." 慌得/攪得 — 得 de (twice).
想必這裡是他的窠巢,生蛋佈雛,怕我占了,故此這般打攪。
想必这里是他的窠巢,生蛋布雏,怕我占了,故此这般打搅。
It must be that this is its nest, where it lays its eggs and rears its young, and it fears I’ve taken its place — that’s why it plagues me so.
窠巢 (kē cháo), "nest." 生蛋佈雛, "to lay eggs and rear chicks."
罷罷罷,不睡他了。」
罢罢罢,不睡他了。」
Enough, enough, enough — I’ll sleep here no more.”
罷罷罷 (bà bà bà), "enough, enough, enough."
搴著鈀,徑出紅草坡,找路又走。
搴著钯,径出红草坡,找路又走。
Shouldering his rake, he went straight out of the red-grass slope and set off to find the road again.
搴著鈀 (qiān zhe pá), "shouldering the rake" — 著 zhe, 鈀 pá.
可不喜壞了孫行者,笑倒個美猴王。
可不喜坏了孙行者,笑倒个美猴王。
Was this not pure delight to Sun the Pilgrim! — it fairly doubled up the Handsome Monkey King with laughter.
喜壞 (xǐ huài), "delighted beyond measure." 笑倒 — 倒 dǎo ("doubled over").
行者道:「這夯貨大睜著兩個眼,連自家人也認不得。」
行者道:「这夯货大睁著两个眼,连自家人也认不得。」
Said Pilgrim: “This blockhead, with both eyes wide open, cannot even recognize his own kin.”
夯貨 (hāng huò), "blockhead." 睜著 — 著 zhe; 認不得 — 得 de.
總評 Commentary
The second peck drives Eight Rules to a new, equally wrong theory: the bird must be defending its nest, fearing he has usurped its breeding-place. Having reasoned himself out of any suspicion of Pilgrim, he gives up the nap in exasperation and shoulders his rake to move on — exactly the outcome Pilgrim’s torments were designed to produce.
The passage closes by turning to the watcher’s glee: the whole performance has “doubled up” the Handsome Monkey King with laughter, and his parting line — that the blockhead, eyes wide open, cannot recognize “his own kin” — names the running joke precisely. Pilgrim’s disguises are so complete, and Eight Rules so unobservant, that the pig never once suspects the bird tormenting him is his own senior disciple.