Pipa Song Translator

Answer 1

Tang Xianzong Yuanhe ten years, I was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima. One day in the autumn of the second year, when he saw off the guests to Qipukou, he heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. From the sound of that voice, it had a popular tone in the capital. After asking, he learned that she was a singer from Chang 'an and had learned from Mu and Cao, two pipa masters.

Seeing off a friend at night by the Xunyang River, maple leaves and reeds rustled in the autumn wind. The host and the guests dismounted and came to the boat together. They raised their glasses to drink, but there was no music to liven things up. The wine wasn't to their heart's content, and they had to part miserably. When they parted, the river was vast, and the moon was immersed in it. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a pipa coming from the water. The host had forgotten to go back, and the guests did not want to leave either. He looked for the sound and secretly asked who the player was. The pipa stopped playing and wanted to speak but hesitated. So he moved the boat closer and invited the musicians to come out to meet him. He added wine and lit up the lights and set up a banquet again.

She only came out after a long time, and she was still hugging her pipa, half covering her face. The rotating shaft plucked the strings and played two or three times. Before the tune was formed, it was already filled with emotion. Xianxian's voice was low and depressed, and it was filled with melancholy, as if she was telling him about the unhappiness of her life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play the zither, telling the endless things in his heart. Gently plucking the strings, slowly twisting the strings, wiping the strings and picking the strings, first playing the "Rainbow Feathers Song", then playing "Six Yao". The big string's voice was as heavy as the rapid rain, while the small string's voice was as soft as a whisper. The light and heavy sounds interweaved, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. Her voice was as smooth as an oriole chirping under a flower, but it was also like a quiet spring water flowing with difficulty under ice. The spring water was cold and the zither strings seemed to have frozen and broken. The sound of freezing and breaking gradually stopped. At this moment, there was another kind of sorrow and hatred. At this moment, there was no sound, but it was better than sound. It was like a silver bottle suddenly breaking and water spurting out, or like a cavalry suddenly charging out with swords and spears. At the end of the song, he used a plectrum to stroke the center, and the four strings simultaneously made a sound like tearing silk. The people on the ships on both sides of the river were silent. They could only see the pure white autumn moon in the middle of the river.

The player pondered and inserted the plectrum into the string. He straightened his clothes and stood up with a solemn expression. She claimed to be a woman from the capital and lived at the foot of Toad Tomb. At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was listed in the first volume of the Jiaofang. After playing the song, he would often be admired by the musicians, and after dressing up, he would often be envied by his peers. The children of the rich competed to give gifts, and the amount of red silk they received from playing a song was countless. She beat the beat and broke the silver comb, and her red dress was stained with wine. Laughing year after year, the good times passed easily. His younger brother joined the army, his aunt passed away, and his face aged with the passing of time. The front door was deserted, and there were few chariots and horses. When she was old, she married a merchant as her wife. The businessman valued profit and despised parting. He went to Fuliang to buy tea last month. To and fro, I guarded the empty boat at the mouth of the river alone. The bright moon around the boat shone on the cold river water. In the middle of the night, she suddenly dreamed of her youth. In her dreams, tears and makeup were everywhere.

I already sighed when I heard the pipa sound, but I was even more emotional when I heard these words. They were both people who had fallen from grace, so why did they have to know each other before they met? Ever since I left the capital last year and was banished to Xunyang City, I have been bedridden. Xunyang was remote and had no music, and the sound of orchestras could not be heard all year round. Living near the Qijiang River was low-lying and damp, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What would he hear here sooner or later? Only cuckoos crying blood and monkeys wailing. In the morning when the spring flowers bloomed and in the evening when the autumn moon hung high, one could only drink alone. Don't they have folk songs and village flutes? However, the noise was really unpleasant to hear. Listening to your pipa tune tonight was like listening to celestial music, and my ears suddenly became clear. Don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I want to compose the Song of the Pipa for you. She was moved by my words. She stood for a long time, then sat down and tightened the strings. The sound of the strings became more urgent. The voice was even more desolate, unlike the previous voice. When the people in the room heard it again, they covered their faces and cried. Who shed the most tears among the people present? Jiang Prefecture's Sima's green robe was drenched in tears.

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