靈龜負瓶 The Numinous Tortoise Bears the Vase
說不了,只見那海當中翻波跳浪,鑽出個瓶來。原來是一個怪物馱著出來。行者仔細看那馱瓶的怪物,怎生模樣:说不了,只见那海当中翻波跳浪,钻出个瓶来。原来是一个怪物驮着出来。行者仔细看那驮瓶的怪物,怎生模样:
逐句解 Line by line
He had not finished speaking when, in the very middle of the sea, the waves churned and the billows leapt, and a vase came thrusting up out of the water.
The sea answers before he has finished complaining. 了 in 說不了 is liǎo, to finish — "had not done speaking" — not the light le. 那 in 那海當中 points, so nà, and 當中 is dāng zhōng, in the very middle.
It turned out to be a strange creature bearing it up on its back.
Something is carrying it up. 馱 is tuó, to bear on the back; 著 is zhe, showing the action going on.
Pilgrim looked closely at the vase-bearing creature — and what was its likeness?
怎生模樣 — "and what was it like?" — is the storyteller's cue that a descriptive poem is coming. 仔 in 仔細 is zǐ, closely; 看 is kàn; 那 in 那馱瓶的怪物 points, so nà.
Sprung from a source of ancient stock, it bears the name Bang-ni; / at the water's floor it swells the light and shows its might alone.
The poem is a riddle: eight couplets describe the creature, and only the ninth will name it. 號 is hào, bears the name; 幫泥 is an old appellation for the tortoise. 處 in 出處 is chù, origin or source.
Hidden from the world, it knows the nature of heaven and earth; / secreted in repose, it fathoms the springs of gods and ghosts.
The tortoise's fabled knowledge of what heaven, earth and the spirits are up to. 藏 in 安藏 is cáng, hidden away.
Drawing in its body at a shrink, it shows no head or tail; / stretching out its feet to walk, it goes as swift as flight.
Head and tail pulled in, and no seam left showing. 藏 in 藏身 is cáng; 似 in 快似飛 is sì, swift as flight.
King Wen, drawing the hexagrams, once cast the primal augury; / long welcomed in hall and terrace, it kept Fu Xi company.
Two of the founding figures of Chinese divination. King Wen of Zhou is credited with working out the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes while imprisoned; Fu Xi, older still, is credited with the eight trigrams from which they are built. The tortoise belongs in that company for two reasons. Its shell was the classic tool of divination — heated until it cracked, and the cracks read as an answer — and the Luo River diagram, one of the two great pattern-charts of antiquity, was said to have come up out of the water on a turtle's back. 卜 in 元卜 is bǔ, to divine, not the light bo; 曾 is céng, once.
Cloud-and-dragon markings show forth a thousand graces; / it calls the waters up, drives the swell, and blows the billows on.
The wave-raising power, hinted several lines before the naming. 號 in 號水 is hào, calls the waters up.
Strand on strand, gold threads are strung to form its shell; / dot on dot, it is arrayed like bright tortoiseshell.
玳瑁 (dài mào) is tortoiseshell, the mottled amber material; the shell is described as gold thread strung into armour.
The Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams are draped on it for a robe; / scattered flecks spread to clothe it in a green and glittering coat.
The shell's markings are read as the 九宮八卦 — the Nine Palaces and the Eight Trigrams, the diagram-scheme the tortoise is said to have brought out of the water in the first place. 鋪 in 鋪遮 is pū, to spread or cover, the verb, not the pù that means a shop; 散 is sǎn, scattered.
In life, fond of valor, it won the Dragon King's favor; / in death, it bears still the Buddha-Patriarch's stele.
Two careers, one in life and one after it. Stone tablets in China are commonly set on the back of a carved tortoise, which is why the creature goes on bearing inscriptions once it is dead. 好 in 好勇 is hào, fond of, given to — not hǎo, good; 還 in 死後還馱 is hái, still bears; 馱 is tuó.
Would you know this creature's name and kind? / The fierce black tortoise that stirs the wind and rears the waves.
And the answer, released in the last line, with a comic drop in dignity after all that cosmology: it is a bad-tempered black tortoise. 興風作浪 — stirring up wind and waves — is still the everyday Chinese for somebody who makes trouble, and 興 in it is xīng, to raise up, not xìng. 和 in 名和姓 is hé, and.
The vase does not simply bob up: it is carried up by a monster whom the poem describes at length before consenting to name him. This is a classic riddle-portrait, holding the answer back to the final line while heaping up attributes — the ancient origin, the knowledge of what heaven and earth and the spirits are about, the shell inscribed with the whole machinery of divination, the armour of gold thread and tortoiseshell, and the two careers: a brave favorite of the Dragon King in life, a bearer of stone tablets in death.
Only the last couplet releases the name, and it comes with a deliberate comic drop: a bad-tempered black tortoise that stirs up wind and waves. The portrait folds the old tortoise-lore — the shell cracked and read for omens, the river-diagram carried up on a turtle's back — into the Buddhist scene at Potalaka, so that a piece of plot machinery (the flung vase has to be fetched back somehow) becomes a moment of cosmological display. The creature is at once the ancient diviner's oracle and the Bodhisattva's vase-keeper, and its arrival dignifies the marvel the next passage will explain.