經(jīng)典英語散文：詠誦

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經(jīng)典英語散文：詠誦

The biggest obstacle in my Ashram experience is not meditation, actually. That's difficult, of course, but not murderous. There's something even harder for me here. The murderous thing is what we do every morning after meditation and before breakfast (my God, but these mornings are long)—a chant called the Gurugita. Richard calls it "The Geet." I have so much trouble with The Geet. I do not like it at all, never have, not since the first time I heard it sung at the Ashram in upstate New York. I love all the other chants and hymns of this Yogic tradition, but the Gurugita feels long, tedious, sonorous and insufferable. That's just my opinion, of course; other people claim to love it, though I can't fathom why.

事實(shí)上，我的道場經(jīng)驗(yàn)之障礙并非禪坐。禪坐自然不容易，卻不是深重的災(zāi)難。有件事對我而言更為困難。最要命的是，每天清晨禪坐之后、早飯之前的事(天啊，這些早晨可真長)——一種叫“古魯梵歌”(Gurugita)的詠誦。理查稱之為“聲樂”(TheGeet)?！奥晿贰苯o了我不少麻煩。我一點(diǎn)也不喜歡，也不曾喜歡，打從我在紐約上州的道場頭一次聽見它的曲調(diào)就不喜歡。我喜愛這個瑜伽傳統(tǒng)的其他吟唱，然而古魯梵歌給人的感覺卻是冗長、累贅、鏗鏘、難受。這當(dāng)然只是我的看法，有些人宣稱喜愛它，盡管我不明白為什么。

The Gurugita is 182 verses long, for crying out loud (and sometimes I do), and each verse is a paragraph of impenetrable Sanskrit. Together with the preamble chant and the wrap-up chorus, the entire ritual takes about an hour and half to perform. This is before breakfast, re-member, and after we have already had an hour of meditation and a twenty-minute chanting of the first morning hymn. The Gurugita is basically the reason you have to get up at 3:00 AM around here.

古魯梵歌有一百八十二節(jié)之長，必須大聲吟唱(有時我真這么做)，而每一節(jié)都是不容探知的梵語篇章。加上序曲的吟誦和總結(jié)的合唱，整個儀式的進(jìn)行大約會花費(fèi)一個半小時。別忘了，這可是在早餐之前，在我們已花了一小時禪坐、二十分鐘詠唱第一段晨禱之后。古魯梵歌基本上是待在這兒的你必須清晨三點(diǎn)起床的原因。

I don't like the tune, and I don't like the words. Whenever I tell anyone around the Ashram this, they say, "Oh, but it's so sacred!" Yes, but so is the Book of Job, and I don't choose to sing the thing aloud every morning before breakfast.

我不喜歡其曲調(diào)，我不喜歡歌詞。每回跟道場哪個人這么說，他們總說“喔，可是它非常神圣哪!”沒錯，但《約伯記》也很神圣，我可沒選擇每天早餐前大聲吟唱。

The Gurugita does have an impressive spiritual lineage; it's an excerpt from a holy ancient scripture of Yoga called the Skanda Purana, most of which has been lost, and little of which has been translated out of Sanskrit. Like much of Yogic scripture, it's written in the form of a conversation, an almost Socratic dialogue. The conversation is between the goddess Parvati and the almighty, all-encompassing god Shiva. Parvati and Shiva are the divine embodiment of creativity (the feminine) and consciousness (the masculine). She is the generative energy of the universe; he is its formless wisdom. Whatever Shiva imagines, Parvati brings to life. He dreams it; she materializes it. Their dance, their union (their Yoga), is both the cause of the universe and its manifestation.

古魯梵歌的確有個令人敬畏的神圣血統(tǒng);它節(jié)自瑜伽經(jīng)典《塞犍陀往世書》(SkandaPurana)，此經(jīng)典大半已流失，從梵語譯成其他語言的部分寥寥無幾。如同多數(shù)瑜伽經(jīng)典，是以對話形式書寫而成，一種類似蘇格拉底的對答模式。對話者是女神巴瓦娣(Parvati)和全能全容的濕婆神。巴瓦娣女神與濕婆神是創(chuàng)造(女性)與知覺(男性)的化身。她是宇宙的生殖能力;他則是無形的智慧。不論濕婆想什么，巴瓦娣都能賦之予生命。他想象;她則予以實(shí)現(xiàn)。他們的舞蹈，他們的結(jié)合(他們的瑜伽)，是宇宙的起因及其表現(xiàn)。

In the Gurugita, the goddess is asking the god for the secrets of worldly fulfillment, and he is telling her. It bugs me, this hymn. I had hoped my feelings about the Gurugita would change during my stay at the Ashram. I'd hoped that putting it in an Indian context would cause me to learn how to love the thing. In fact, the opposite has happened. Over the few weeks that I've been here, my feelings about the Gurugita have shifted from simple dislike to solid dread. I've started skipping it and doing other things with my morning that I think are much better for my spiritual growth, like writing in my journal, or taking a shower, or calling my sister back in Pennsylvania and seeing how her kids are doing.

在古魯梵歌當(dāng)中，巴瓦娣女神請濕婆神告訴她世俗成就的秘密，于是他告訴她。這首贊詩教我討厭。我原以為自己對古魯梵歌的感覺在入住道場期間能有所改變。我原本希望在印度的背景下，能讓自己學(xué)會如何喜愛它。事實(shí)上卻適得其反。我在此地的這幾個禮拜，對古魯梵歌的觀感從單純的嫌惡轉(zhuǎn)變成心驚膽顫。我開始逃開它，把早晨用來做自己認(rèn)為更有益心靈成長的事情，比方說寫日記，或淋浴，或打電話給賓州的姐姐，問她的孩子們好不好。

Richard from Texas always busts me for skipping out. "I noticed you were absent from The Geet this morning," he'll say, and I'll say, "I am communicating with God in other ways," and he'll say, "By sleeping in, you mean?"

德州理查老是逮到我逃課“我發(fā)現(xiàn)你今天沒去吟誦‘聲樂’?！彼f。我答：“我用其他方式和神溝通?！彼f：“你是說，睡懶覺的方式?”

英語散文欣賞：父愛無邊

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

英文散文閱讀：堅持不懈，直到成功

I will persist until I succeed. 　　堅持不懈。直到成功。

In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

在古老的東方，挑選小公牛列競技場格斗有一定的程序、它們被帶進(jìn)場地，向手持長矛的斗牛士攻擊，裁判以它受激后再向斗牛士進(jìn)攻的次數(shù)多寡來評定這只公牛的勇敢程度。從今往后。我須承認(rèn)，我的生命每天都在接受類似的考驗(yàn)。如果我堅韌不拔，勇往直前，迎接挑戰(zhàn)。那么我一定會成功。

I will persist until I succeed. 　　堅持不懈。直到成功。

I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.

我不是為了失敗才來到這個世界上的，我的血管里也沒有失敗的血液在流動。我不是任人鞭打的羔羊，我是猛獅，不與羊群為伍。我不想聽失意者的哭泣，抱怨者的牢騷，這是羊群中的瘟疫，我不能被它傳染。失敗者的屠宰場不是我命運(yùn)的歸宿。