| [00:00.000] | 作词 : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁR by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffár, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffár was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e'en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffár |
| [03:53.120] | "Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | "Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | "From bonds far worse Jaffár delivered me; |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffár?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will; |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph's judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar's diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | "Gifts! "cried the friend; |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffár!" |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁ R by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffa r, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man' s hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffa r was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e' en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffa r |
| [03:53.120] | " Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | " Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | " From bonds far worse Jaffa r delivered me |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man' s eyes friends with delicious tears |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffa r?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, " Let worth grow frenzied if it will |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph' s judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar' s diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | " Gifts! " cried the friend |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | " This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffa r!" |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁ R by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffá r, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man' s hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffá r was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e' en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffá r |
| [03:53.120] | " Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | " Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | " From bonds far worse Jaffá r delivered me |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man' s eyes friends with delicious tears |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffá r?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, " Let worth grow frenzied if it will |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph' s judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar' s diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | " Gifts! " cried the friend |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | " This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffá r!" |
| [00:15.490] | 诗歌《贾法尔》 作者Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | 贾法尔 来自巴米赛德家 尊贵而善良 |
| [00:39.000] | 困苦者视其为希望 再无一友能比其肩 |
| [00:43.490] | 贾法尔已死 为不公的审判而亡 |
| [00:47.490] | 定罪者哈龙 因人民的疑议而愠 |
| [00:51.190] | 既见善人或恶者 议论纷纷扬扬 |
| [00:55.000] | 便令天下之人 若仍惧着死之苦痛 |
| [00:58.490] | 从今便再不能说出他的姓名 |
| [01:02.120] | 阿拉伯与波斯 人人屏息哑然 |
| [01:06.120] | 唯有无畏者蒙蒂尔：仅有他骄傲展现 |
| [01:09.120] | 心怀感激的灵魂能为爱如何付出 |
| [01:12.520] | 面对死亡、讥讽与悲伤 |
| [01:16.000] | 他那伟大的心灵但求解脱 |
| [01:19.120] | 日日于巴格达挺身而出 |
| [01:22.120] | 广场上曾立着幸福的房屋 |
| [01:25.120] | 向那亟待斩首的瑟缩囚犯热烈高谈 |
| [01:29.120] | 谈人们如何亏欠了高尚的贾法尔 |
| [03:53.120] | 哈里发叫道 “带这个人来见我” |
| [03:56.120] | 蒙蒂尔便被擒来 被哈龙审视 |
| [03:59.120] | 不敢言语者 低头束缚他双臂 |
| [04:01.520] | 他便叫喊，“来吧，你们这些绳索” |
| [04:05.520] | “你们给予的束缚 怎及那纽带，贾法尔曾予我？ |
| [04:09.120] | 他将我拯救 从欲求、从耻辱、从失掉了爱的家的恐惧 |
| [04:12.120] | 令人的眼里常有那美好的泪水奔涌； |
| [04:17.520] | 他予我拯救 予我关爱 令我 |
| [04:21.520] | 与他伟大的心并肩 我该怎样回报？” |
| [04:26.120] | 人之灵魂至此 哈龙也知晓 |
| [04:28.520] | 报复多么强硬严苛 终究无法起效 |
| [04:33.320] | 如今便向他露笑 如同命运之主 |
| [04:37.220] | 会对同等伟大者展露微笑 |
| [04:40.320] | 他说 “就随那好坏价值去吧； |
| [04:44.320] | 哈里发的审判仍为至高 |
| [04:48.320] | 你走吧 既然他的礼物令你如此震撼 |
| [04:52.320] | 拿走这宝石 鞑靼人冠冕上珍贵的至宝 |
| [04:56.120] | 将它赠予值得者！” |
| [04:59.320] | “礼物！”这位朋友叫喊 |
| [05:01.320] | 接过宝石，高高举向天国 |
| [05:06.320] | 如同触碰他的星 |
| [05:09.320] | 呼喊道 |
| [05:10.320] | “这亦是我亏欠你的，贾法尔！” |
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