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念咒收心
The Spell That Tames Him
菩薩道:「悟空,走開些,等我念念金箍兒咒。」行者慌了道:「菩薩呀,請你來此降妖,如何卻要咒我?」菩薩道:「這篇咒不是緊箍兒咒咒你的,是金箍兒咒咒那童子的。」行者卻才放心,緊隨左右,聽他念咒。菩薩捻著訣,默默的念了幾遍,那妖精搓耳揉腮,攢蹄打滾。菩萨道:「悟空,走开些,等我念念金箍儿咒。」行者慌了道:「菩萨呀,请你来此降妖,如何却要咒我?」菩萨道:「这篇咒不是紧箍儿咒咒你的,是金箍儿咒咒那童子的。」行者却才放心,紧随左右,听他念咒。菩萨捻着诀,默默的念了几遍,那妖精搓耳揉腮,攒蹄打滚。
逐句解 Line by line
菩薩道:「悟空,走開些,等我念念金箍兒咒。」
菩萨道:「悟空,走开些,等我念念金箍儿咒。」
The Bodhisattva said: "Wukong, stand off a little, and let me recite the Gold-Fillet spell."
Suffix 金箍兒: 兒 = er; 等我: 等 = děng ("let me").
行者慌了道:「菩薩呀,請你來此降妖,如何卻要咒我?」
行者慌了道:「菩萨呀,请你来此降妖,如何却要咒我?」
Pilgrim, alarmed, said: "Bodhisattva! I invited you here to subdue the fiend — how is it you'd chant a spell at me?"
降妖: 降 read xiáng ("subdue the fiend"). Wukong's comic alarm — he fears the spell is for him.
菩薩道:「這篇咒不是緊箍兒咒咒你的,是金箍兒咒咒那童子的。」
菩萨道:「这篇咒不是紧箍儿咒咒你的,是金箍儿咒咒那童子的。」
The Bodhisattva said: "This spell is not the Tight-Fillet spell to bind you — it's the Gold-Fillet spell to bind that boy."
Suffix 緊箍兒 / 金箍兒: 兒 = er (both); deictic 那童子: 那 = nà, 子 = zǐ.
行者卻才放心,緊隨左右,聽他念咒。
行者却才放心,紧随左右,听他念咒。
Only then was Pilgrim reassured, and he kept close beside her, listening as she recited the spell.
緊隨左右 — reassured, Wukong stays to watch.
菩薩捻著訣,默默的念了幾遍,那妖精搓耳揉腮,攢蹄打滾。
菩萨捻着诀,默默的念了几遍,那妖精搓耳揉腮,攒蹄打滚。
The Bodhisattva formed the mudra with her fingers and silently recited it several times over, and that fiend rubbed his ears and cheeks, drew in his hooves, and rolled on the ground.
Durative 捻著訣: 著 = zhe; deictic 那妖精: 那 = nà; 攢蹄: 攢 read cuán ("draw the hooves together"). The spell's effect — the boy writhing.
總評 Commentary
The binding completed, Guanyin recites the Gold-Fillet spell, and the book pauses for a last stroke of comedy: Wukong, who knows the fillet's power on his own skull, panics that the spell is meant for him, and must be reassured that this is the Gold-Fillet spell for the boy, not the Tight-Fillet spell for him. The joke measures how deeply the fillet's pain is written into Wukong's memory — even as a spectator he flinches. Then the spell takes hold, and the boy who had defied her a moment before is reduced to rubbing his ears and cheeks and rolling on the ground, his hooves drawn in — the wild nature at last mastered, not by the blade but by the word.