5.《各聲相成》(Ancient Chinese)

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[短引 — 夜深，二聲相答]

一聲方住，
一聲斜來。
不循其調，
卻入其懷。

第三聲笑：
「此處可容我否？」

未待人答，
已添一音。

[主歌一 — 五聲次第復來]

一人守故鄉腔，
一人仍學市歌。
一人高處稍轉，
一人低處徐和。
末者不居中央，
只待四聲相過。

此番不削其角，
亦不補其空。
各唱所宜唱，
相聽所未同。

五聲漸滿室，
竟無一聲相同。

[預副歌]

有先便有後，
有問便有應。
有時同一句，
有時各自行。

不求聲皆似，
但使意相承。
昔日失其和，
今夜不言明。

[副歌]

各聲，各聲，自有來處，
一人一調，共此一步。
你不學我，我不代你，
五聲相遇，方成此曲。

各聲，各聲，自有歸途，
高低徐疾，皆有所屬。
一聲未盡，眾聲相應，
不是同聲，亦可同行。

[主歌二 — 天明出城]

曉色開坊門，
五人整行裝。
長安留身後，
前路又茫茫。

有人問：「何往？」
一人笑指前方。
其餘無人答，
卻都背起行囊。

舊日來長安，
各有一願藏。
今日離長安，
無人問路長。

[預副歌二]

橋上曾同節，
市中學百聲。
燈下失其和，
暗裡又相聞。

原來五條路，
未必要相同。
但到岔路處，
仍有人相等。

[副歌]

各聲，各聲，自有來處，
一人一調，共此一步。
你不學我，我不代你，
五聲相遇，方成此曲。

各聲，各聲，自有歸途，
高低徐疾，皆有所屬。
一聲未盡，眾聲相應，
不是同聲，亦可同行。

[橋段 — 五人各唱一句，末句合起]

一曰：山長，我唱山聲。
一曰：水遠，我帶水音。
一曰：市喧，我記人語。
一曰：夜靜，我守餘韻。
第五人聽罷，只笑言：

「如此便好。」

五人遂歌。

無人唱同一句，
曲卻自行。

[終副歌 — 五聲各成其線]

各聲，各聲，各有所長，
一曲五路，不必相仿。
你有你聲，我有我腔，
相讓一隙，彼此成章。

各聲，各聲，共此晨光，
城門在後，前路方長。
一聲未盡，眾聲相應，
五人並行，各自歌唱。

長安尚遠？
今朝不問。

何處為家？
且看前程。

[尾聲]

日出官道，
五影向東。
有人起調，
有人不同。

一聲又一聲，
不追，不同。

走過長亭——
已自成歌。

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English Translation
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Each Voice Completes the Others

[Short Intro — Late Night, Two Voices Answer]
One voice comes to rest.
Another enters at an angle.

It does not follow the same melody,
yet somehow belongs beside it.

A third voice laughs:

“Is there room here for me?”

Before anyone answers,
he has already added a note.

[Verse 1 — The Five Voices Return]
One keeps the turn of his homeland.
One still carries a melody from the market.
One lets his higher phrases rise;
another answers slowly from below.
The fifth no longer searches for the middle—
he waits for the other four to pass.

This time they trim no edges
and close no empty spaces.

Each sings what is his to sing
and listens for what is not his own.

Five voices gradually fill the room.

Not one is the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
Where one goes first, another may follow.
Where one asks, another may answer.
Sometimes they share a phrase;
sometimes each follows his own line.

They no longer ask their voices to resemble one another,
only that each should carry something onward.

Last night they lost their harmony.

Tonight, no one needs to name what they have found.

[Chorus]
Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it came from.
One man, one melody; still we share this step.
You need not imitate me, nor I replace you.
Only when five voices meet does this song become whole.

Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it may go.
High or low, quick or slow—each has its place.
Before one voice has faded, all the others answer.
We need not sound the same to walk the same road.

[Verse 2 — Leaving the City at Dawn]
Morning opens the ward gates.
The five gather their traveling things.
Chang’an remains behind them;
the road ahead is uncertain again.

Someone asks, “Where now?”

One of them smiles and points ahead.

The others give no answer.

They simply shoulder their bags.

Once they came to Chang’an,
each carrying a private wish.

Today they leave Chang’an
without asking how long the road may be.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
On the bridges they learned one measure.
In the market, a hundred voices.
Beneath one lamp, they lost their harmony.
In the darkness, they heard one another again.

Five roads need not become one road.

Only when the road divides,
someone still waits for the others.

Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it may go.
High or low, quick or slow—each has its place.
Before one voice has faded, all the others answer.
We need not sound the same to walk the same road.

[Bridge — Each Sings One Line]
One says: “The mountains are long; I will sing their sound.”

One says: “The waters run far; I will carry their voice.”

One says: “The market was loud; I remember its people.”

One says: “The night was still; I will keep what remained.”

The fifth listens, then only smiles:

“That will do.”

And the five begin to sing.

No two sing the same line.

Yet the song finds its own way.

[Final Chorus — Five Distinct Lines Interweave]
Each voice, each voice, has something of its own.
One song, five roads; none need resemble another.
You keep your voice, and I will keep mine.
Leave a little space, and each completes the other.

Each voice, each voice, beneath the same morning.
The gate lies behind us; the road ahead is long.
Before one voice has faded, all the others answer.
Five travelers walk on, each singing in his own way.

“Is Chang’an still far?”

This morning, they do not ask.

“Where is home?”

The road will tell.

[Outro]
Sunrise over the great road.

Five shadows travel east.

Someone begins a melody.

Someone answers differently.

Voice after voice—

neither chasing nor copying.

Beyond the next pavilion,

it has already become a song.

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[短引 — 夜深，二聲相答] 一聲方住，一聲斜來。不循其調，卻入其懷。第三聲笑：「此處可容我否？」未待人答，已添一音。 [主歌一 — 五聲次第復來] 一人守故鄉腔，一人仍學市歌。一人高處稍轉，一人低處徐和。末者不居中央，只待四聲相過。此番不削其角，亦不補其空。各唱所宜唱，相聽所未同。五聲漸滿室，竟無一聲相同。 [預副歌] 有先便有後，有問便有應。有時同一句，有時各自行。不求聲皆似，但使意相承。昔日失其和，今夜不言明。 [副歌] 各聲，各聲，自有來處，一人一調，共此一步。你不學我，我不代你，五聲相遇，方成此曲。各聲，各聲，自有歸途，高低徐疾，皆有所屬。一聲未盡，眾聲相應，不是同聲，亦可同行。 [主歌二 — 天明出城] 曉色開坊門，五人整行裝。長安留身後，前路又茫茫。有人問：「何往？」一人笑指前方。其餘無人答，卻都背起行囊。舊日來長安，各有一願藏。今日離長安，無人問路長。 [預副歌二] 橋上曾同節，市中學百聲。燈下失其和，暗裡又相聞。原來五條路，未必要相同。但到岔路處，仍有人相等。 [副歌] 各聲，各聲，自有來處，一人一調，共此一步。你不學我，我不代你，五聲相遇，方成此曲。各聲，各聲，自有歸途，高低徐疾，皆有所屬。一聲未盡，眾聲相應，不是同聲，亦可同行。 [橋段 — 五人各唱一句，末句合起] 一曰：山長，我唱山聲。一曰：水遠，我帶水音。一曰：市喧，我記人語。一曰：夜靜，我守餘韻。第五人聽罷，只笑言：「如此便好。」五人遂歌。無人唱同一句，曲卻自行。 [終副歌 — 五聲各成其線] 各聲，各聲，各有所長，一曲五路，不必相仿。你有你聲，我有我腔，相讓一隙，彼此成章。各聲，各聲，共此晨光，城門在後，前路方長。一聲未盡，眾聲相應，五人並行，各自歌唱。長安尚遠？今朝不問。何處為家？且看前程。 [尾聲] 日出官道，五影向東。有人起調，有人不同。一聲又一聲，不追，不同。走過長亭—— 已自成歌。 ———————— English Translation ———————— Each Voice Completes the Others [Short Intro — Late Night, Two Voices Answer] One voice comes to rest. Another enters at an angle. It does not follow the same melody, yet somehow belongs beside it. A third voice laughs: “Is there room here for me?” Before anyone answers, he has already added a note. [Verse 1 — The Five Voices Return] One keeps the turn of his homeland. One still carries a melody from the market. One lets his higher phrases rise; another answers slowly from below. The fifth no longer searches for the middle— he waits for the other four to pass. This time they trim no edges and close no empty spaces. Each sings what is his to sing and listens for what is not his own. Five voices gradually fill the room. Not one is the same. [Pre-Chorus] Where one goes first, another may follow. Where one asks, another may answer. Sometimes they share a phrase; sometimes each follows his own line. They no longer ask their voices to resemble one another, only that each should carry something onward. Last night they lost their harmony. Tonight, no one needs to name what they have found. [Chorus] Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it came from. One man, one melody; still we share this step. You need not imitate me, nor I replace you. Only when five voices meet does this song become whole. Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it may go. High or low, quick or slow—each has its place. Before one voice has faded, all the others answer. We need not sound the same to walk the same road. [Verse 2 — Leaving the City at Dawn] Morning opens the ward gates. The five gather their traveling things. Chang’an remains behind them; the road ahead is uncertain again. Someone asks, “Where now?” One of them smiles and points ahead. The others give no answer. They simply shoulder their bags. Once they came to Chang’an, each carrying a private wish. Today they leave Chang’an without asking how long the road may be. [Pre-Chorus 2] On the bridges they learned one measure. In the market, a hundred voices. Beneath one lamp, they lost their harmony. In the darkness, they heard one another again. Five roads need not become one road. Only when the road divides, someone still waits for the others. [Chorus] Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it came from. One man, one melody; still we share this step. You need not imitate me, nor I replace you. Only when five voices meet does this song become whole. Each voice, each voice, has somewhere it may go. High or low, quick or slow—each has its place. Before one voice has faded, all the others answer. We need not sound the same to walk the same road. [Bridge — Each Sings One Line] One says: “The mountains are long; I will sing their sound.” One says: “The waters run far; I will carry their voice.” One says: “The market was loud; I remember its people.” One says: “The night was still; I will keep what remained.” The fifth listens, then only smiles: “That will do.” And the five begin to sing. No two sing the same line. Yet the song finds its own way. [Final Chorus — Five Distinct Lines Interweave] Each voice, each voice, has something of its own. One song, five roads; none need resemble another. You keep your voice, and I will keep mine. Leave a little space, and each completes the other. Each voice, each voice, beneath the same morning. The gate lies behind us; the road ahead is long. Before one voice has faded, all the others answer. Five travelers walk on, each singing in his own way. “Is Chang’an still far?” This morning, they do not ask. “Where is home?” The road will tell. [Outro] Sunrise over the great road. Five shadows travel east. Someone begins a melody. Someone answers differently. Voice after voice— neither chasing nor copying. Beyond the next pavilion, it has already become a song.

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