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《红楼梦》翻译（三百）

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《红楼梦》翻译（三百）

原著
　　大家又评了一回，复又要了热蟹来，就在大圆桌子上吃了一回．宝玉笑道：“今日持螯赏桂，亦不可无诗．我已吟成，谁还敢作呢？"说着，便忙洗了手提笔写出．众人看道：

　　持螯更喜桂阴凉，泼醋擂姜兴欲狂．

　　饕餮王孙应有酒，横行公子却无肠．

　　脐间积冷馋忘忌，指上沾腥洗尚香．

　　原为世人美口腹，坡仙曾笑一生忙．黛玉笑道：“这样的诗，要一百首也有。”宝玉笑道：“你这会子才力已尽，不说不能作了，还贬人家。”黛玉听了，并不答言，也不思索，提起笔来一挥，已有了一首．众人看道：

　　铁甲长戈死未忘，堆盘色相喜先尝．

　　螯封嫩玉双双满，壳凸红脂块块香．

　　多肉更怜卿八足，助情谁劝我千觞．

　　对斯佳品酬佳节，桂拂清风菊带霜．宝玉看了正喝彩，黛玉便一把撕了，令人烧去，因笑道：“我的不及你的，我烧了他．你那个很好，比方才的菊花诗还好，你留着他给人看。”宝钗接着笑道：“我也勉强了一首，未必好，写出来取笑儿罢。”说着也写了出来．大家看时，写道是：

　　桂霭桐阴坐举殇，长安涎口盼重阳．

　　眼前道路无经纬，皮里春秋空黑黄．看到这里，众人不禁叫绝．宝玉道：“写得痛快！我的诗也该烧了。”又看底下道：

　　酒未敌腥还用菊，性防积冷定须姜．

　　于今落釜成何益，月浦空余禾黍香．众人看毕，都说这是食螃蟹绝唱，这些小题目，原要寓大意才算是大才，只是讽刺世人太毒了些．说着，只见平儿复进园来．不知作什么，且听下回分解．
霍克斯译文
Discussion of the poems continued a little longer, after which they called for another lot of hot crabs and sat down at the large round table to eat them.
‘Eating crab-and admiring the cassia like this is itself a good theme for a poem, said Bao-yu. ‘I’ve already thought of one. Is anyone else game to have a try?’
He quickly washed his hands and taking up a brush, wrote down the poem he had thought of. The others then read what he had written:

How delightful to sit and a crab’s claw to chew

In the cassia shade — with some ginger-sauce, too

Old Grim-chops wants wine, though he’s got no inside,

And he walks never forwards, but all to one side.

The ‘yolks’ are so tasty, who cares if we’re ill!

Though our fingers we’ve washed, they are crab-scented still.

‘O crabs,’ Dong-po said (and his words I repeat)

‘You have not lived in vain if you’re so good to eat!’

‘One could churn out that sort of poem by the dozen,’ said Dai-yu.
‘You’ve used up all your inspiration,’ said Bao-yu; ‘but instead of admitting that you can’t write any more, you make rude remarks about my poem!’
Dai-yu made no reply, but tilted her head back, lifted up her eyes, and for some minutes could be observed muttering softly to herself; then, picking a brush up, she wrote out the follow ing poem rapidly and without hesitation:

In arms and in armour they met their sad fate.

How tempting they look now, piled up on a plate!

The white flesh is tasty, the pink flesh as well—

Both the white in the claws and the pink in the shell;

And we’re glad he’s an eight- not a four-legged beast

When there’s plenty of wine to enliven the feast.

So with crab let us honour the Double Ninth Day,

While chrysanthemums bloom ’neath the cassia’s spray.

Bao-yu had read this and was just beginning to say how good he thought it was when Dai-yu impetuously tore it up and told one of the servants to take away the pieces and burn them.
‘It’s not as good as yours,’ she said. ‘It deserves to be burnt. Actually yours is very good — better even than the chrysanthe mum ones. You ought to keep it to show people.’
‘I’ve thought of one too,’ said Bao-chai. ‘It was rather a struggle, so I’m afraid it won’t be very good; but I’ll write it down anyway for a laugh.’
Then she wrote down her poem, and the others read it.

With winecups in hand, as the autumn day ends,

And with watering mouths, we await our small friends.

A straightforward breed you are certainly not,

And the goodness inside you has all gone to pot—

There were cries of admiration at this point.
‘That’s a very neat bit of invective!’ said Bao-yu. ‘I can see I shall have to burn my poem now!’
They read on.

For your cold humours, ginger; to cut out your smell

We’ve got wine and chrysanthemum petals as well.

As you hiss in your pot, crabs, d’ye look back with pain

On that calm moonlit cove and the fields of fat grain?

When they had finished reading, all agreed that this was the definitive poem on the subject of eating crabs.
‘It’s the sign of a real talent,’ they said, ‘to be able to see a deeper, allegorical meaning in a frivolous subject — though the social satire is a trifle on the harsh side!’
Just then Patience arrived back in the Garden.
But what then ensued will be told in the following chapter.
杨宪益译文
After some further discussion of the poems they called for more hot crabs and sat round the big table to eat.
"Now that we're enjoying the fragrant osmanthus and eating crabs, we should write verses about this too," said Baoyu presently. "I've already made one. Who else is game?"
With that he hastily washed his hands and wrote out his poem for the others.

EATING CRABS
Row fine to eat crabs in the cool shade of osmanthus;
Gaily we pile on ginger, splash vinegar on each part;
A true gourmand should also have wine;
But this creature scuttling sidewise has no heart.
In our greed we forget how hard it is to digest,
Our fingers washed, the reek of its oil will remain;
The crab's sole function is to please men's palate,
And Su Dongpo3 laughed because its whole life it's busy in vain.

"If you call that a poem," scoffed Daiyu, "I can write you a hun dred."
"No, you've exhausted your talent, you can't write any more. All you can do is to disparage other people."
Instead of answering and without stopping to think, she picked up the brush and promptly wrote a verse:

Girt even in death with iron armour and long spears.
On the plate, delicious, it's sat,
Its pincers packed with meat like tender jade,
Its shell bulging with red, tasty fat.
How I love those eight succulent legs –
But who'll urge me to drink a thousand cups till my grief is overcome?
Let us toast this dainty at our feast today
When breeze ruffles fragrant osmanthus and frost gathers on chrysanthemum.

Baoyu reading this was loud in his praise, but Daiyu tore it up and told the maids to burn it.
"Mine isn't as good as yours, so I'm burning it," she told him with a smile. "Yours is fine. Better than your chrysanthemum poems. You should keep it to show other people."
"I've made a feeble attempt too," Baochai put in with a laugh. "It's not much good, but I'll write it out to amuse you. "
She did so and they read:

We sit, cups raised, in the shade of osmanthus and Wu-tong;
Mouths watering, for the Double Ninth we pine;
It crawls sidewise because the ways of the world are crooked,
And, white and yellow, harbours a dark design.

They all exclaimed at this point in admiration.
"That's the style!" cried Baoyu. "My verse will have to be burned too."
Then they read on:

Wine won't purge the smell without chrysanthemums,
And ginger is needed dyspepsia to prevent;
What can it do now, fallen into the cauldron?
On the moonlit bank all that remains is the millet's scent.

"It takes real talent to get deep significance into such a small subject as eating crabs," the others commented. "But as a satire, this is rather hard on the world!"
They were interrupted by Pinger's return to the Garden. To know what her business was, you must read the next chapter.

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