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誰人稱孤
Who Now Calls Himself King
行者道:「後三年不見全真,稱孤的卻是誰?」太子道:「果是有個全真,父王與他拜為兄弟,食則同食,寢則同寢。三年前在御花園裡玩景,被他一陣神風,把父王手中金廂白玉珪攝回鍾南山去了。至今父王還思慕他。因不見他,遂無心賞玩,把花園緊閉了,已三年矣。做皇帝的,非我父王而何?」行者道:「后三年不见全真,称孤的却是谁?」太子道:「果是有个全真,父王与他拜为兄弟,食则同食,寝则同寝。三年前在御花园里玩景,被他一阵神风,把父王手中金厢白玉珪摄回钟南山去了。至今父王还思慕他。因不见他,遂无心赏玩,把花园紧闭了,已三年矣。做皇帝的,非我父王而何?」
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行者道:「後三年不見全真,稱孤的卻是誰?」
行者道:「后三年不见全真,称孤的却是谁?」
Pilgrim said, “In the three years after, the Quanzhen adept was seen no more — then who is it that calls himself the Solitary One?”
稱孤 (chēng gū) "to call oneself ‘the Solitary’," a sovereign’s self-designation; 不見 (bú jiàn), bú by sandhi.
太子道:「果是有個全真,父王與他拜為兄弟,食則同食,寢則同寢。
太子道:「果是有个全真,父王与他拜为兄弟,食则同食,寝则同寝。
The prince said, “There was indeed a Quanzhen adept; my royal father bowed with him to be sworn brothers, ate when he ate, and slept when he slept.
拜為兄弟 (bài wéi xiōng dì) "bowed to become brothers," 為 = wéi.
三年前在御花園裡玩景,被他一陣神風,把父王手中金廂白玉珪攝回鍾南山去了。
三年前在御花园里玩景,被他一阵神风,把父王手中金厢白玉珪摄回钟南山去了。
Three years ago, taking his pleasure in the royal garden, my father was caught by a gust of that one’s divine wind, and the gold-mounted white-jade tablet in his hand was carried off back to Mount Zhongnan.
手中 (shǒu zhōng) "in the hand," zhōng; 攝回 (shè huí) "to seize and carry back."
至今父王還思慕他。
至今父王还思慕他。
To this day my father still longs for him.
還思慕 (hái sī mù) "still longs for," 還 = hái.
因不見他,遂無心賞玩,把花園緊閉了,已三年矣。
因不见他,遂无心赏玩,把花园紧闭了,已三年矣。
Because he saw him no more, he lost all heart for pleasure, shut the garden fast, and so it has been for three years.
不見 (bú jiàn), bú by sandhi; 緊閉了 (jǐn bì le) "shut fast," le.
做皇帝的,非我父王而何?」
做皇帝的,非我父王而何?」
And he who is emperor — who should he be, if not my royal father?”
非我父王而何 (fēi wǒ fù wáng ér hé) "who if not my royal father."
總評 Commentary
Wukong turns the question on its edge: if the rain-making adept vanished three years ago, who now sits calling himself king? The prince’s own answer unknowingly supplies the proof — the tablet stolen by the adept’s wind, the cover-story the impostor spread.
The pathos deepens in the boy’s account: a father who “still longs” for the vanished brother and shut his garden in grief — the son describing, without knowing it, the very manipulation that unseated his father. His confident “who else but my father?” stands one step from the revelation that will overturn it.