| MÚSICA DO ORIENTE | Faz tempo que não posto uma para a série, então aí vai. Selecionei hoje 葬花吟 ou "Canção do Enterro das Flores", aqui interpretada pela sempre maravilhosa Tong Li. A letra é um poema extraído de uma das quatro maiores novelas chinesas de todos os tempos (e, portanto, um dos maiores clássicos da humanidade): SONHOS DA MANSÃO VERMELHA. Escrito no século XVIII por Cao Xueqin, o romance relata a decadência de uma aristrocrática família envolvida em dramas e tragédias. Apenas em 1989, o livro ganhou sua primeira versão para as telas, no caso para televisão e foi quando o poema recebeu a melodia que o acompanha aqui, tornando-se desde então um dos clássicos da moderna música chinesa. Dentro da obra, o poema é escrito por Lin Dayou, a personagem feminina de maior destaque, após enterrar algumas pétalas, quando lamenta a brevidade da vida e da beleza. A letra segue abaixo e as imagens são da versão de 2010 levada à TV da obra. 葬花吟 | CANÇÃO DO ENTERRO DAS FLORES by Cao Xueqin [Qing Dynasty] (清) 曹雪芹 花谢花飞花满 The blossoms fade and falling fill the air, 红消香断有谁怜？ Of fragrance and bright hues bereft and bare. 游丝软系飘春榭 Floss drifts and flutters round the Maiden`s bower, 落絮轻沾扑绣帘； Or softly strikes against her curtained door. 闺中女儿惜春暮， The Maid ,grieved by these signs of spring`s decease, 愁绪满怀无释处； Seeking some means her sorrow to express, 手把花锄出绣闺， Has rake in hand into the garden gone, 忍踏落花来复去？ Before the fallen flowers are trampled on. 柳丝榆荚自芳菲， Elm-pods and willow-floss are fragrant too; 不管桃飘与李飞； Why care,Maid,where the fallen flowers blew? 桃李明年能再发， Next year ,when peach and plum-tree bloom again, 明年闺中知有谁？ Which of your sweet companions will remain? 三月香巢已垒成， This spring the heartless swallow built his nest 梁间燕子太无情！ Beneath the eaves of mud with flowers compressed. 明年花发虽可啄， Next year the flowers will blossom as before, 却不道人去梁空巢也倾。 But swallow ,nest ,and Maid will be no more. 一年三百六十日， Three hundred and three-score the year`s full tale: 风刀霜剑严相逼； From swords of frost and from the slaughtering gale 明媚鲜妍能几时， How can the lovely flowers long stay intact, 一朝飘泊难寻觅。 Or, once loosed,from their drifting fate draw back? 花开易见落难寻， Blooming so stead fast ,fallen so hard to find! 阶前闷杀葬花人； Beside the flowers`grave,with sorrowing mind, 独倚花锄泪暗洒， The solitary Maid sheds many a tear, 洒上空枝见血痕。 Which on the boughs as bloody drops appear. 杜鹃无语正黄昏， At twilight ,when the cuckoo sings no more, 荷锄归去掩重门； The Maiden with her rake goes in at door 青灯照壁人初睡， And lays her down between the lamplit walls, 冷雨敲窗被未温。 While a chill rain against the window falls. 为奴底事倍伤神， I know not why my heart`s so strangely sad, 半为怜春半恼春： Half grieving for the spring and yet half glad: 怜春忽至恼忽去， Glad that it came ,grieved it so soon was spent. 至又无言去不闻。 So soft it came ,so silently it went! 昨宵庭外悲歌发， Last night ,outside ,a mournful sound was heard: 知是花魂与鸟魂？ The spirits of the flowers and of the bird. 花魂鸟魂总难留， But neither bird nor flowers would long delay, 鸟自无言花自羞； Bird lacking speech,and flowers too shy to stay. 愿奴胁下生双翼， And then I wished that I had wings to fly 随花飞到天尽头。 Across the sky to the world`s farthest end, 天尽头， Across the sky to the world`s farthest end, 何处有香丘？ The flowers` last fragrant resting-place to find. 未若锦囊收艳骨， But better their remains in silk to lay 一抔净土掩风流； And bury underneath the wholesome clay, 质本洁来还洁去， Pure substances the pure earth to enrich, 强于污淖陷渠沟。 Than leave to soak and stink in some foul ditch. 尔今死去侬收葬， Can I,that these flowers` obsequies attend, 未卜侬身何日丧？ Divine how soon or late my life will end? 侬今葬花人笑痴， Let others laugh flower-burial to see: 他年葬侬知是谁？ Another year who will be burying me? 试看春残花渐落， As petals drop and spring begins to fail, 便是红颜老死时； The bloom of youth,too,sickens and turns pale. 一朝春尽红颜老 One day,when spring has gone and youth has fled. 花落人亡两不知！ The Maiden and the flowers will both be dead.
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