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Monday, May 20, 2013


Smelling Essays 聞章

Smelling Essays is my adaptation of a story from the Tales of A Chinese Studio (聊齋) since I don’t remember the exact details but the general storyline.  So if mine deviates from the original, please excuse me.  I remembered this story as I was replying to an email to an Italki friend.

There were three scholar candidates went visiting the sights as they headed towards the capital for their Imperial examinations.  There they heard of a blind monk living in a mountain temple, who was able to ascertain how good an essay was when it was burnt in front of him just by smelling the smoke.  So they decided to see it for themselves after each having written an essay.

The first one was burnt.

“Not bad.  Shows promise!”

The second was burnt.

“Excellent! Never have I smelt one so fragrant for a long time now.”
The last one was burnt.  Immediately the blind monk rushed towards the bushes and started retching away in violence, ejecting what he had for lunch.

He came back in great anger,

“Why dost play such a cruel joke on a poor blind monk? Just when you gave me something of great pleasure, you suddenly take it away and dishing such gutter filth to me.  Be off with you scoundrels before I forget that I am an avowed monk!”

The young scholars were afraid and left the temple grounds.  Months later, they took their Imperial examination.  Alas, the one with the most fragrance did not even make it onto the list! Even the one showed promise had an honourable mention.  The top scholar of the land belonged to the one who cause such great grief to the monk.

As with tradition, the top scholar returned home to pay respect before taking up his faraway post, he passed by the temple again.  The more he thought of the prior incident, the angrier he became.  At last he could bear no longer and decided to test the monk again.

Once more another essay was burnt.  The monk vehemently cried out,

“Take this filth away.  Not fit for human consumption! I remember you know.  Weren’t you the one of a few months back who caused such me such violent stomach convulsions? Why are you back again?”
When told that the essay was from the First Candidate of the Land, the monk cried out angrily,

“My eyes may be hollow without sight but my nose knows what is of worth.  Those examiners are truly blind.  Besides, I am talking about their essays.  Not their destinies!”



Monday, May 20, 2013

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Signing Your Life Away in the US.

 
It was precisely 7pm when the doorbell rang. Our appointment was originally scheduled for half an hour later. Freeway traffic at this time is never good and she lives a long way from me. Still she had called earlier to see if we could start the liaison early. Like some love-starved teenager, I welcomed her suggestion most agreeably.

The front door opened and in popped a cheerful smiling lady whom I judged to be
an Asian. Before the night was over, I had gathered all her personal information deemed interesting to me. She was Cantonese and had migrated to the States over 30 years ago. I gathered she must have been a toddler then, for she spoke with flawless and accentless English; a mother of two girls; recently went back to Canton with her mother and daughters for a visit; did not have enough time to drop by Hong Kong. Wow! A gathering of four generations under one roof!

I have a knack for culling such information from strangers with my ineffable charm. It is not because I am nosy. On the contrary, I find myself bored in general and such things do amuse my mind. It is like the thrill of a hunt. After all, before the night is over, she would leave me, with all my vital personal data - imparted out of necessity. Before anything could proceed further, I had to prove my identity to her. The California driving licence being the most preferable form in this situation.

Before going any further, let me introduce you to Kim. Yes, she is a stranger, but a very special one. You see, she is a notary public sent by the escrow company. Signing this one inch thick pile of documents in her presence is a must. For the rest of the world, an inch is equivalent to about 25.4mm! With the authority vested in her, she is the only one who can bear witness to our act. I have no choice, due to the low rate of 6.25% in a 30-year fixed rate mortgage on some US$355,000 loan. This is very good. With every silver lining, though, a few dark clouds come tagging along. One has to provide checking account numbers, social security numbers, loan document numbers and, worst of all, a hefty cashier’s cheque of over $1,300 to cover the cost of the home loan. This is why banks seem so eager to lower their interest rate. They make a killing right on the spot first! Refinancing at a lower rate does not mean it is always the best for everyone. One has to calculate if the upfront fees are worth the while. No point in doing so if you are going to sell your home within five years when these costs cannot be recovered.

I digress.

No one ever reads these loan documents. They are filled with jargon only a real estate lawyer would love. Hence, the notary public also functions as a sort of advisor and interpreter explaining what the signatures are for. Almost every page has to be signed or initialed. Sometimes it is ridiculous to affix signatures and initials on the same page, within inches from each other. Such are these inconveniences of legal redundancies.  In the good old days, less than ten pages of signature were required to ensure a legal binding contract. Now there are extraneous documents - to acknowledge the right of the consumer to withdraw the agreement within three business days; to agree that the loan offered is not based on the race, gender or age of the borrower; to confirm that the homestead is occupied by the signer; or to waive all rights of privacy and allow government agencies such as the tax bureau to paw through all that personal information! With the advancement of the ubiquitous computer technology, bank account numbers now have to be divulged so that excess charges can be refunded and mortgage payments deposited electronically and automatically.

The good old-fashioned requirement of signing in black ink is no longer preferred. Most institutions now want you to sign in blue ink! This is because the photocopying process is so good that one cannot distinguish if the signature is photocopied. This is to prevent fraud. One look at the colors will easily verify a signature. 

Time ticks slowly away as the mind boggles, awash in legal mumbo-jumbo. You think the English language is hard? Just wait until you try to read and understand one page of legalese!  Once those are out of the way, the signing process becomes rather routine. You just sign whatever you are given, interspersed with some explanations here and there. You just have to trust her! After all the signatures are gathered, she double checks everything once more to ensure all the i’s are dotted and t’s crossed. No one wants to do this again! You know the finality of the process when your thumb print is requested on her official book of records.

Talk about technology! Not too long ago, getting a thumb print was a messy process. Your thumb is all black from the ink and if you don’t clean it thoroughly thumb prints will appear on everything you touch. Then an inkless version came but still can be quite messy. Of course nowadays, high quality digital fingerprint scanners, but in home visit situations, this is not feasible. I am truly impressed that inkless pads have advanced to such a point that the ink is invisible on your thumb. When you first press onto the paper, the print is invisible. As the ink dries, it becomes darker and darker on the paper but not on your thumb! Something new learnt every day.

Wait! Wait! Not so fast! I thought we were done due to prior experience in home refinancing. Well, there is something new this time! One more important document to prove that she provided a meaningful service!

Precisely at 8:15pm, she waltzed off into the darkness of the night. Hopefully never to see her again! I am happy and she is happy. And why not? You asked. The answer, my friend, is the $150 in her virtual pocket. Not bad for an hour and a half. Perhaps I should change my job too.

After note: With all these careful checks... She is human after all. Yesterday the escrow called to inform me that there was still a place where the signature is missing! It was a minor one because the paper had been initialed. Such are the fail safe redundancies of legalese. Thank goodness all I have to do is to print out the initialed document attached in the email. Sign it, re-scan it and emailed it back to them. Thank God for the convenience of modern technology.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Autumn Thoughts




天淨沙 – Heavenly Pure Sand

This is the introductory part of a nine part Yuan Dynasty miscellaneous lyrical song poem (散曲) by Ma Chi Yuan (馬致遠). The majority of his plays are dealt with Taoism and the title may have something to with Taoist mysticism. The “sand” in the title may mean the masses. Since I am no expert on this, I refrain from conjecturing how this title should be translated in any other way.

This essay offers a glimpse how a translation takes place in my mind. Whether right or wrong, this is how it went in my mind.

枯 藤 老 樹 昏 鴉。
withered vine old tree evening crow

小 橋 流 水 人 家。
small bridge flowing water man house/dwelling

古 道 西 風 瘦 馬。
ancient way west wind skinny horse.

夕 陽 西 下,
evening sun west down

斷 腸 人 在 天 涯。
broken intestine man on sky edge.


On the surface, an English translation would be a breeze for anyone with a good command of both languages. The characters used are common and there is no allusion referenced. Indeed, one translation might be,

A withered vine, an ancient tree, crows at dusk

Upon closer inspection, questions begin to arise. Stripped of its adjectives, the first line merely lists three different objects, a vine, a tree and a crow. Is this really the intent of the author? Chinese, unlike English, does not have plural indicators. Neither it is wrong to translate it as

Withered vines, ancient trees and crows at dusk

Hence various permutations can be used. However, the picture painted becomes subtly different.

This essay focuses on what goes into my mind when I attempt an English translation. Different people may have different interpretations. This what makes poetry so interesting.

The first tool in my translation arsenal is common sense. In real life, there is usually more than one vine growing. So translating it into a plural form makes more sense. However, neither common sense nor cultural background nor experience can determine the singularity for the rest. Before going further, I have an issue on translating the Chinese character, 老. This character means old, ancient etc. The choice of word used is very important for different cultures have different shades of the meaning. For example, “ancient trees” may conjure up scenes of horror to the western mind. Therefore for a more colorful translation, even the word “gnarly” can be used since old trees are gnarly. However, this would run afoul of cultural experience. What is valid in one culture may not be valid in the other. We have to look for clues in the poem as a whole.

The next line again follows a same pattern of listing three objects, a bridge, a river and human dwelling. Again the question of singularity or plurality comes into play. Again common sense comes to rescue. One bridge is enough for one river. Why the need for more than one? Unless there are many rivers to begin with. One dwelling or many abodes, we still cannot decide. Keeping this in mind, we move on to the next line.

In the third line, the same pattern of three objects ensued. A road, wind, and a horse. By now we have a feeling of singularity of the road and horse. Wind cannot be counted in daily life but poetically it can do so.

In the fourth line, there is no ambiguity. There is only one sun. Finally we now have arrived at the last sentence. It does not talk about the masses but one singular person’s emotions. With this all the ambiguity of singularity or plurality is resolved according to my reasoning and interpretation.

In my version, I used the neutral word, “aged” instead of “old” or “ancient”. I purposely avoided the use of “ancient,” because in the third line the word 古 (ancient) is used. I do not like words repeated, if they are not for emphasis. Also, I have added extra words not found in the original poem to give it more color and feel in the target language. Classical Chinese poems tend to be concise and ambiguous. Many words are left out to let the reader fill in the blanks. For example, I used the word “perched”. Common sense will tell you that the crow’s first action would be to perch rather than any other action. One can certainly argue that the crow might fly rather than perch. However, in filling this imagery, the entire scene will not tie up nicely with the last image of a broken- hearted man standing alone.

I used the word “brooklet” instead of a river. This is because of the explicit adjective used to describe the smallness of the bridge. At first I too translated 人家 (human abode) as “a few mere huts”. On second thought, I decided it would be more appropriate to do so in the singular form (“one mere hut”) to tie up with the rest of the poem to emphasize loneliness. After all, hermits do exist in Chinese culture. However, this kept nagging me. The use of人家 as singular does not conform to the usage of the term. Indeed, in Cantonese, it can also mean “they” or “them”. Perhaps I am falling into the trap of reading between the lines and conjecturing too much. In the end, I reverted to my original decision. On looking at it, the ends of the first two lines matched in plural forms.

My other reasons:

I chose “brooklet” over other synonyms such as “stream”, “riverlet” or even “rivulet” because it I like it better over others.

“Sighing” is another additional word I used in the translation to emphasize the melancholy of the poem. “Blowing” does not pack the same punch. Considering the title of the entire song is Autumn Thoughts (秋思), the words “withered”, “aged”, “twilight”, “ancient”, “west” and “skinny” all describe how ancient Chinese view the season.

瘦馬 is easy to translate as “skinny horse”. However, it somehow does not quite fit poetically in the target language. One translator uses “emaciated”, skinny when one is starved. However, I believe that it is skinny through old age rather than starvation. On an interesting note, the last name of the author means horse. This conjecturing if the author has placed himself in the poem is something no one but himself knows.

天涯 (Heaven’s Edge) should not be translated literally as the “horizon”. It is short for 天涯海角 (corner of the ocean) to mean a-far-away-land, a place of fantasy, the ends of the earth, or worlds separated apart. I prefer to translate it as the edge of the world, to mean that he is one step away from his grave.

The astute will notice that I did not add the word, “stand” in the last line which can be inferred from the poem. It is analogous to adding “perched” for the first line. I did not because “standing” may then be construed that at any moment he may jump off the edge. For all we may know that he was sitting at the edge to reflect upon his past in his twilight years. Perhaps filled with regrets; but he could be clinging onto life as long as possible. This kind of conjecturing is totally subjective for there is no more information after this line upon which to draw.

Withered vines, an aged tree and a crow perched in twilight,
One little bridge over a brooklet, some mere huts.
An ancient road, the west wind sighs upon a scrawny horse.
The sun is setting,
A broken-hearted man on the edge of the world.



Tuesday, February 28, 2013

Some other English translations:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma_Zhiyuan

http://chinesepoemsinenglish.blogspot.com/2010/09/ma-zhiyuan-tian-jing-sha-autumn.html

http://clearharmony.net/articles/Fun_with_Yuan_Dynasty_Songs_“An_Autumn_Reflection”_in_the_Song_Format_of_“Heavenly_Pure_Sand”-a31174.html

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Beauty Yu


The Beauty Yu

Translating poems without knowing the background and the circumstances why it was written can result in inaccuracies and worse still, lose the original intent.  Take the following poem, as an example. The translation is reasonably good but misses the subtle references and emotions it attempts to convey. 

The first translation is a literal one.  Where there are multiple meanings, the most appropriate to the context is chosen.  For example, .  It can mean “central”, “middle”, “inside”, “medium” and even “Sino”.  However, “middle” is chosen for its appropriateness due to context.

                       - 李煜
Yu beautiful person   - Li Yu

                                        
Spring flower autumn moon what time finish?

                        

Past events know many  few


                            

Small tower last night again east wind


                                              

Old country not endure return  head moon bright  inside


                                             

Carve balustrade marble steps ought still remain


       

only is red face change


                                         

ask gentleman/lord can have some many sorrow?


                                                 

Just/exactly like one river spring water facing east flow


One polished translation is as follows,

The Beautiful Lady Yu

Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
How many past events I've known.
The east wind buffeted my room again last night,
I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.
The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,

The people's rosy cheeks are all that's changed.

How much sorrow can one man have to bear?
As much as a river of spring water flowing east.


On the surface, without comparing to the original, this translation does not look shabby at all.  However, upon closer inspection, especially to those who are not only bilingual but who are also history or literature buffs, errors due to misinterpretations and misunderstandings begin to surface. 

You can see the enormous difference between this and my translation below.

Oh when did the spring flowers leave?
When did the autumn moon fade away?
Of events past, I knew too much.
Again, once more the east wind haunted my small tower abode last night.
My country of old, no longer can I endure,
I yearn for the brightness in the moon of yore.
Carved balustrades and steps of jade ought to remain the same.
Only the erubescence had changed.
My Lord, how much sorrow can you have?
Exactly as much as thawed waters of a spring river flowing east.

A short history first…

Li Yu was the last ruler of the Southern Tang.  Like King Louis XVI, who was more interested in clock-making than in running the country, Li Yu is more famous for his poetry and the arts than as a failed ruler.  He should not have born as a prince.

To appease the northern powerful Sung Dynasty, his empire was reduced in status to that of a subordinate state and his title lowered from emperor to overlord.  However, in the end, the Sungs came and took everything.  Even he could not prevent his second wife from being raped by the second Sung emperor openly.  The royal family was moved forcibly from their capital at Jingling (Nanking) to the Sung capital in the north.  Though he lived in luxury, he was in fact a prisoner, a bird in a gilded cage. 

This is his last poem, for within the lines were four characters that ultimately caused his death at the age of 42. Li Yu had been drinking heavily ever since his exile.  Even the first Sung Emperor became alarmed for the fear that Li Yu may die from alcohol poisoning.  He did not want his name to be tainted.  However, the second Sung Emperor had no such qualm given the past drinking pattern of Li Yu.

For more information please refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Houzhu

The English lines in black are a polished version from one translator.  The blue is mine and my commentaries are in brown

虞美人 “A Beautiful  Lady Yu” Beauty Yu

This is not entirely inappropriate.  However, the term can also mean a title in the imperial court.  So it is better to translate it as, “Beauty Yu” instead.  Yu was the favourite of Xiang Yu (項羽) the hegemon who was defeated by the founder of the Han Dynasty.  She performed a sword dance before her Lord, only to commit suicide at the end of the dance to urge him to forget about her and continue fighting for the country.  Yes, this was the portrayed role of the opera character performing the sword dance the movie, “Farewell My Concubine”. 

春花秋月何時了
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?

“Oh” is a nice touch.  However the English version is wrong given the background information.  The crux lies with the huge difference in meaning of “will” and “did”.   Given his lament in his exile, this is a rhetorical question.  It is not as if he did not know when his pleasures had ended.  He knew exactly when they had ended.  It is only now that the full impact had hit him. 

Here spring flowers and the autumn moon are metaphors of leisure, pastimes enjoyed by the upper classes.  The meaning of the line is nothing more than “Oh, when did these joys end?” Translating in this way the local flavour of the poem is lost.  To emphasize the emotion felt in the original, I translate it as,

Oh when did the spring flowers leave? When did the autumn moon fade away?


往事知多

How many past events I've known.

This line reminds me of a famous Tang poem, Spring Morning (春曉) by Meng Hao Ran(孟浩然)

春曉不覺眠,  I feel no sleep on this spring morning,
處處聞啼鳥.  Everywhere, birds are singing.
夜來風雨聲   Last night were the sounds of the wind and rain,
花落知多少  I wondered how many flowers had fallen.

The problem is in translating the phrase, “多少” (many few). Usually it means “how many”, “how much” as in多少錢 (how much money).  The translation in this Tang poem is correct given the context.  However, the phrase can also mean “a bit here and there” as a sort of humility speak.  For Li Yu, he was merely saying that he knew too much.  This reasoning is based on the next line.  Thus, I translate it as,

Of events past, I knew too much.


小樓昨夜又東風

The east wind buffeted my room again last night,

Li Yu was an emperor, a sovereign in his own right.  He has his own imperial palace.  In ancient China, how high one’s abode depends on his status or rank.  Common people are not allowed to have such luxury.  There were strict laws governing the height and color of personal buildings.  A modern example is Chinese restaurants having the connotation of prestige of the character appended to its name, say, 醉花大酒樓 (Great Tower Restaurant of Drunken Flowers).   

Now Liu Yu was demoted to a duke.  Hence the size and height of his abode cannot be bigger or higher than that of the Sung imperial palace.  Using “small/low tower” is most appropriate.  Another translation was “turret”.  However, this was a western concept in castle building.  Very inappropriate.  It is like Shakespeare uttering in Harlem speech! Li Yu could have used the character for “room” instead.  What went in the mind of that translator, I do not know.  An educated guess would be that he did not know of the circumstances and used “room” to please the thinking of the English audience.

Here the east wind denotes the grandeur and pleasures of the past.  In the Chinese version, the entire line hinges on the word, (again) to convey his emotional state.  They came back, haunting him because he knew too much.  Hence, I repeat this word, albeit differently, for this emphasis.  There are many words to fill the gap left out in the original version to make sense in English.  “Visited”, “Intruded”, “Invaded” are all appropriate words but I opted “Haunted” as the best.  This is poetic license of a translator.

Again, once more the east wind haunted my small tower last night.


國不堪回首月明中

I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.

國不堪 . These are the very four words that caused Li Yus demise from one enraged Sung emperor.  It reads, My old country, I cannot bear.  This shows treachery from the view point of the emperor.  Yet as his guest of his departed brother, the first Sung Emperor, he cannot overtly kill him for a highly veiled poem.  Hence he had to resort to clandestine methods.

If Li Yu had used home instead, perhaps he may not have so enraged his captor to this extent. Also the order in the English translation deemphasizes the original emotion.

回首, turning ones head back is to look at things behind you.  Chinese way of expressing recall and to return to those times.  The brightness in the moon stands for the former glories of the past.  Li Yu is lamenting the shambles of his country under the rule of the Sungs.  It was the glories of his ancestors he was yearning for, not the physical structures of his palace signified by the moon.

My country of old, no longer can I endure,
I yearn for the brightness in the moon of yore.

欄玉砌應猶在

The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,


means should or ought;   means nevertheless, even now, in spite of everything,  yet and stillThese were not conveyed in the translation.  Also I do not understand why the translator changed the order of words when there is no particular order that English  imposes on. 

The description is of his former palace. So the translation of (at, exists) as there is appropriate since the former line suggests reminiscence of past glories.  Jade is just exaggeration for marble.

Carved balustrades and steps of jade ought to remain the same.

只是朱顏改

The people's rosy cheeks are all that's changed.

There are two interpretations for this line: Li Yu’s people remaining at the old palace had grown old.  The other plausible meaning is that there are new faces guarding his old palace.

Here we don’t know exactly which one is the poet’s intent.  So it is best to translate it as ambiguously as the original.  Also the translation did not take account the two keywords, 只是 only

Here any translator can have a field day with his vocabulary.

Only the rubescence/ruddiness/erubescence had changed.
Only the rubicund glow had changed.
Only the red complexions had changed


君能有幾多愁

How much sorrow can one man have to bear?

君 can mean a gentleman or a ruler.  Given the context both in the poem and the former status of the poet, “ruler” is more apt than the more general term “man”.  Here, the poet is asking himself the rhetorical question in the form of the third person.

My Lord, I asked thee how much sorrow can you have?


似一江春水向東流

As much as a river of spring water flowing east.

Again the keywords, , exactly like in the self reply is not translated.  Some claimed that 春水 denotes his sorrows.  This may be true but it means more than that.  Li Yus sorrows were frozen in his heart as he endured and suffered humiliations at the hands of the second Sung Emperor, a mean person compared to his more gracious brother who conquered Li Yus lands.  From withholding household expenses to the rape of his wife, Li Yus sorrows are like the thawing of the ice in spring, his sorrows finally were let out like the flows of an unstoppable river.

Exactly as much as thawed waters of a spring river flowing east.

This example serves as an excellent reminder to those trying to translate poetry.  The language employed is often couched in hidden metaphors and speaks not of what it seems on the surface. Research the reasons behind why the poem was composed in the first place before attempting to translate.

Thursday, February 14, 2013
Final version 20 Feb 2013

In a more controlled manner, holding the pen in the
tradtional style
A few days earlier, subtle difference, in a
different mood.
A freer form and holding the pen in my usual way.
In my English hand.
 As you can see the translation is a bit different in the
printed form.  This is a on-the-spot translation.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Halcyon Days Of Youth

  
This entry was inspired by Haru... Thanks for making me remember.

http://www.italki.com/notebook/entry/208302.htm?src=italki-uhpu-fw

Gone are the days of school but now yearning to return. Gone are my childhood friends whom I play and fought with. The giants in our teachers, tall and erect. Fearsome like the ogres of storybooks are but now mere shadows of their former selves. So tiny and midget-like in my eyes of now. Silly it is of me to be so frightened and in awe even to be in their shadows then.

I speak to them and hear them talk. How shallow are their knowledge compared to what I possess. No matter how little do they know, it is them who are my teachers, teaching me the art of growing up and to be a leader amongst men. I am sure, they are proud of me. Without them, this cocky sprout would never become a mightier oak than them. For this, I thank them with all my heartfelt sincerity.

Gone are the days of laughter and chatter in the classrooms. They are now empty and silent before me. I looked in wonder at the tiny elf-like chairs and desks I once used to sit and write upon; scribbling in haste to beat the alloted essay time limit. If I now sit on it, it would surely break! Time changes everything. Essays, now I can write at the drop of the hat!

On the wooden surfaces of the desk are marks of old, forever etched in time by generations past. I fondly remembered how this mark had gotten there and how that chip came into being. So long ago and yet still so fresh in my mind. Yes, I am a giant now, of greatest stature but in my mind, a kid of so many yesteryears ago. I seemed to hear the voices of my teachers telling us to be quiet. Still so many voices in my head begging to be heard.

Gone are the years when I came back to my old school. Nary a classroom in sight. Nary a path to be seen. Now, in front of my eyes, an alien landscape I know not. Gone are the desks and chairs I once used. I should have taken them when I had the chance.

Gone are the familiar faces. Even soild buildings are not immune to time. Truely lost in the strange buildings and yet on familiar grounds I trod. No one recognized me but asked this stranger his business here. I paused and I smiled, replying in lies that I am on my way to see the headmaster. No more questions asked and went their way. For a few more moments, I pondered in sighs. Should I continue my journey? No point, I told myself. For time is a heartless traveller recognizing no friend or foe.
 
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Haru's original piece.
 
Translation Practice


我们终于来到以前憧憬的年纪,却发现已经有人订婚、有人结婚、有人出国、有人生活顺利、有人坚持梦想、有人碌碌无为......毕业时的那个蓝天早已消失不见,那个和你在操场边说着要一起走到未来的人,也早就不知道去了哪里。看着窗外的天,突然就黑了,感觉像我们的青春,突然就没了。

Finally we reach the age that we used to look forward to but only to find that some people have been engaged. Some have been married; some have goneabroad; some are living a smooth life; some are still insisting on their dreams; some are still living a mediocre life… The blue sky that belongs to the graduation seasons has been gone. We have no idea where the people who promised to accompany us to the future are. As we are looking at the sky outside of the window, it suddenly turns black. Just like our youth, it slips away without trace.

http://www.yinyuetai.com/video/226965

My polishing and correction of her above piece.

Finally we have reached the age that we as kids used to look forward to but only to find that some people are engaged, some married; some are abroad; some are having a great life; some are still insisting living out on their dreams and others in a life of idleness… Gone is the blue sky of our graduation days. Then there is the one on the quadrangle who said that we will walk together into the future, is nowhere to be seen. Looking at the sky through the window, see how gloomy it had become. Just I felt like our youth, fleeting away and suddenly gone without a trace.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Wishing Upon A Boat


Simple pleasures of an uncomplicated life.  Let not the rat races of the world come knocking here into this paradise.

Semporna, a tiny town in East Malaysia on the northern side of the Island of Borneo

小舟划水伴龍影, Rowing a little boat by the dragon’s shadow,
龍影閃罩龍宮苑. The dragon’s shadow briefly crosses the Dragon Palace garden.
宮苑為世人為天, If the Palace Garden is Earth, then man must be Heaven,
天為心靜從何怨. Heaven is the bliss of the heart, whence resentment comes from?

Thursday, June 14, 2012


18 June 2012...


The theme of the above Chinese poem was inspired when I first saw the picture. However, during my time spent in Balboa Park in this past week, I was mulling over it. The theme may be okay but the imagery was not appropriate to the picture. The movement was too fast implied by the "dragon's shadow". At the same time, the poem does not quite rhyme. I was toying with a pattern not found in Chinese. I was making the end of the previous line into the starting of the next line. It was fun and whimsical but not really good. As I was strolling through the sunny day in the park, my mind was relentless with me until I have come up with something satisfactory. At the same time, I thought it would be a good idea to let you all have a glimpse into my thought process is.


There were a number of lines, I first came up to make the poem rhyme.


划舟破水隨龍影 Rowing the boat, breaking the water, following the dragon's shadow. However, there are two things that are not quite right. First of all, not everyone at the first glance will know that the dragon's shadow refers to the longish shadow of the boat in the photo. "Breaking the water/waves" suggests faster movement than in the photo. Also one does not see any wave around the boat except the hint of ripples caused by the oar and those in further distance from the boat.


After removing the dragon's shadow, another line rose up as, 划舟破水兩邊分. This is line good except that it does not reflect the mood in the photo well. In the third line, I wanted to convey that if the imagery world of the ocean is a human world, and that we are so lucky to behave like gods in peering down to their world, we should have no worries at all. In another words, it is just the perspective in how we should percieve to avoid sorrows. This is the theme that I wanted to convey. I was trying out different phrases such as 船上童子, (Boy on the boat), 海族 (denizens of the ocean), 魚族 (clans of fish, fish denizens). However, this is too direct and explicit. Chinese like to be oblique in their arts. At the same time, keeping in mind the constraints of the rhyming structure. In the end, I came up with the following.


划舟渡眾水清深, Rowing the boat, ferrying across clear waters of the deep,
海靜無風聽漣音. Calm is the ocean, I hear ripples sound.
船下人間面上仙, If those under the boat are from the mortal world, then all above are immortals,
懮愁漂來誰之心. Should sorrow come drifting by, to whom does it belong to?


I like the phrase 渡眾, "ferrying the masses". It can be literal as in the photo ferrying his siblings or can be figurative as in salvation of the masses in Buddhist terminology. I wanted to use another Buddhist term, 苦海, "the sea of bitterness" but this ill-fits the photo and mood.