| 題名： | 嗟髮落 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 朝亦嗟髮落，暮亦嗟髮落。落盡誠可嗟，盡來亦不惡。既不勞洗沐，又不煩梳掠。最宜濕暑天，頭輕無髻縛。脫置垢巾幘，解去塵纓絡。銀瓶貯寒泉，當頂傾一勺。有如醍醐灌，坐受清涼樂。因悟自在僧，亦資於剃削。 | |
| 英譯： |
At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall;
At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall.
For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go....
They are all gone and I do not mind at all!
I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry;
My tiresome comb for ever is laid aside.
Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet,
To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head!
I put aside my dusty conical cap
And loose my collar-fringe.
In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream;
On my bald pate I trickle a ladleful.
Like one baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law,
I sit and reveice this cool, cleansing joy.
Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose
Frees his heart by first shaving his head.
At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall; At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall. For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go... They are alI gone and I do not mind at all! I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry; My tiresome comb for ever is laid aside. Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet, To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head! I put aside my dusty conical cap; And loose my collar-fringe. In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream; On my bald pate I trickle a ladle-full. Like one baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law, I sit and receive this cool cleansing joy. Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose Frees his heart by first shaving his head. At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall; At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall. For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go ... They are all gone and I do not mind at all! I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry; My tiresome comb for ever is laid aside. Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet, To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head! I put aside my messy cloth wrap; I have got rid of my dusty tasselled fringe. In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream, On my bald pate I trickle a ladle full. Like one baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law, I sit and receive this cool, cleansing joy. Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose Frees his heart by first shaving his head. AT dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall; At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall. For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go... They are all gone and I do not mind at all! I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry; My tiresome comb for ever is laid aside. Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet, To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head! I put aside my dusty conical cap; And loose my collar-fringe. In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream; On my bald pate I trickle a ladle-full. Like one baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law, I sit and receive this cool, cleansing joy. Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose Frees his heart by first shaving his head. AT dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall; At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall. For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go.... They are all gone and I do not mind at all! I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry; My tiresome comb for ever is laid aside. Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet, To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head! I put aside my dusty conical cap And loose my collar-fringe. In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream; On my bald pate I trickle a ladleful. Like one baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law, I sit and receive this cool, cleansing joy. Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose Frees his heart by first shaving his head. |
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