Текст и перевод песни 音阙诗听 feat. 昆玉 & 黛米 - 见山是山

见山是山

誰拂弦 輕捻 半入松間半入眠
此曲一別經年 再回首 天上人間

履袍加身 一朝朱門
困住的是這命運還有誰的心神
本是心在風塵外
天生從風流中來
卻置身顛沛中
宮闈重重太繁冗
握筆的手握一張弓
文武自古不相通
斷腸詞句怎能寫盡
人生長恨水長東
文丞辭冕掛冠 臨別贈言
這江山與你有份無緣
見山是山 塵世人間
一如夢 一如電
一如露 一如幻
看透世事難盡如人願

誰拂弦 輕捻 半入松間半入眠
此曲一別經年 再回首 天上人間

手不釋卷 曾以七弦記流年
撥琴松下 滄海桑田不曾言
見山非山 塵世人間都變
寫於筆下 困於心中鎖鏈
多情撫琴 無情聆聽
是否作畫談經
尋常成罪名
被烽煙燃盡
來生能換一身輕
見山是山 胸有豪情淪落空有才名
回首幾番風雨 飄零玉京
待因果襲來 夢方醒
怎不思量 醉裡惆悵 鬚髮皆白
人間數載 王侯浮名 拋於江淮
若能葬我 高山之巔 毗鄰太白
來世 做棵聽琴松柏足矣
誰拂弦 輕捻 半入松間半入眠
此曲一別經年 再回首 天上人間

If You Betray Me

Who plays the melody, lightly plucking, half in the pines and half in slumber?
Since that melody was last heard, years have passed, and now as I look back, the world feels like a different place.

I put on my official robe and suddenly became a high official.
What pinned me down was this fate and who else's soul?
Originally, my heart was beyond worldly concerns,
Born from romantic affairs,
Yet, I was thrown into endless suffering.
The palace was deep and incredibly complex,
The hand that held the pen also held a bow.
Literature and Martial Arts have never been compatible,
How could a heartbreaking poem express everything?
The endless lament of life is like the endless flow of the river.
Prime Minister Wen resigned from his post, and before leaving, advised:
This realm has nothing to do with you.
Seeing the mountain as a mountain, worldly affairs as worldly affairs,
Like a dream, like lightning,
Like dew, like an illusion,
It is hard to accept that the world does not operate according to one's wishes.

Who plays the melody, lightly plucking, half in the pines and half in slumber?
Since that melody was last heard, years have passed, and now as I look back, the world feels like a different place.

My hands never left the books, once using a seven-stringed instrument to record the passing years.
Plucking the strings under the pines, the sea changed and the fields became mulberry fields, but this was never mentioned.
Seeing the mountain as something other than a mountain, worldly affairs have changed.
They were written down with a brush, but locked within my heart like chains.
Sentimental melodies are played, heartlessly listened to.
Whether painting or discussing sutras,
Common behavior became a crime,
Destroyed by the war.
In the next life, may I have a light and carefree body.
Seeing the mountain as a mountain, my ambitions were in vain.
Looking back on the storms and hardship, I drifted through the imperial city.
When cause and effect come, dreams awaken.
How can I not think about the melancholy drunkenness and my white hair?
Countless years among mortals, power and fame as a prince were thrown to the Yangtze River.
If I could be buried on a mountain top, next to Taibai,
In my next life, it would be enough to be a pine tree that listens to melodies.
Who plays the melody, lightly plucking, half in the pines and half in slumber?
Since that melody was last heard, years have passed, and now as I look back, the world feels like a different place.