le pavillon aux pivoines - Maison des Cultures du Monde
le pavillon aux pivoines - Maison des Cultures du Monde
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Tu Li-niang: Chun-hsiang, to tell you the<br />
truth, when I strol<strong>le</strong>d in the garden there<br />
was another person there.<br />
Chun-hsiang: What kind of person?<br />
Tu Li-niang: A young man holding a willow<br />
spray. He asked me to compose a verse of<br />
poetry.<br />
Chun-hsiang: And then?<br />
Tu Li-niang: And then… I just saw some petals<br />
falling down, which woke me from s<strong>le</strong>ep.<br />
Chun-hsiang: I thought you meant a real person,<br />
but it was just a dream. Let me go and<br />
ask your father and mother to choose you<br />
an ideal husband. Wouldn’t that be nice?<br />
Tu Li-niang: I am so weak I can hardly stand.<br />
My only fear is that my last wish will not<br />
be realised. Chun-hsiang, when I die you<br />
must bury me beneath the plum tree. Hide<br />
this portrait under the Taihu rock. Remember<br />
well!<br />
Chun-hsiang: Mistress, take care to get well.<br />
Don’t say such sad things. You seem to be<br />
taking a turn for the worse. You rest awhi<strong>le</strong>,<br />
I’ll be right back.<br />
Tu Li-niang: Chun-hsiang, take me to the<br />
plum tree, to find my dream again.<br />
[They go to the garden.]<br />
Today, <strong>le</strong>t me see once more the sights of<br />
this garden.<br />
There beside the mound of Taihu rocks,<br />
Here by the Peony Pavilion,<br />
I recall the intoxicating beauty of spring<br />
When we met in my dream that day.<br />
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Ensemb<strong>le</strong>: Buds of peony inset along the balustrade,<br />
Strand upon strand of weeping willow floss,<br />
Elm-seeds tossed like coins,<br />
At spring’s sweet fragrance<br />
Suddenly the spirit clouds, the mind grows<br />
languid.<br />
Tu Li-niang: Of whose family was that youth<br />
who came so near<br />
And lured me to meet him beside the plum<br />
tree?<br />
As I speak of that moment I grow bashful.<br />
He had the bearing of a scholar,<br />
And by these willows and flowers we s<strong>le</strong>pt<br />
together.<br />
Everything looks just as it did, but now it<br />
seems cold and <strong>des</strong>erted. I feel drawn to this<br />
flowering plum tree. When I die, I should count<br />
it a b<strong>le</strong>ssing to be buried in this spot.<br />
My heart is strangely drawn<br />
To this plum tree’s side.<br />
Just as we p<strong>le</strong>ase ourselves<br />
Which flower of herb we most love,<br />
Could we only live or die at will,<br />
Then who would moan for bitter pain?<br />
Let me commit my fragrant spirit,<br />
Though rains be dank and dear,<br />
To keep company with this plum tree’s roots.<br />
Ensemb<strong>le</strong>: Just as we p<strong>le</strong>ase ourselves<br />
Which flower of herb we most love,<br />
Could we only live or die at will,<br />
Then who would moan for bitter pain?