守望畢摩
我們悼念的不但是
一個民族的心靈
我們的兩眼淚水剔透
那是在為智慧和精神的死亡
而哀傷
守望畢摩
是對一個時代的回望
那裏有多少神秘、溫情和淚水啊！
VIGIL FOR THE BIMO [1]
—Dedicated to a Nuosu ritualist
When a bimo dies
The road of the native tongue is cut off by floods
All of its words, in an instant
Become pale and weak, their inherent meaning lost
Stories that once moved us solidify to stone, subside into silence.
Keeping vigil for a bimo
Is keeping vigil for a culture
Is keeping vigil for what edified us
In fact, we have no room for choice
Because time has already proven
On the afternoon he faded away
It seemed as if tradition had been torn apart
The notes of an epic turned icy
Keeping vigil for a bimo
We are not mourning
For the inner essence of one people
Our eyes shimmer with tears
Because we grieve for departed wisdom
And for life of the mind
Keeping vigil for a bimo
Is retrospection of an era
It was so rich in mystery, affection and tears!
畢摩的聲音
——獻給彝人中的祭司之二
你聽見它的時候
它就在夢幻之上
如同一縷淡淡的青煙
為什麼群山在這樣的時候
才充滿著永恒的寂靜
這是誰的聲音？它漂浮在人鬼之間
似乎已經遠離了人的軀體
然而它卻在真實與虛無中
同時用人和神的口說出了
生命與死亡的讚歌
當它呼喊太陽、星辰、河流和英雄的祖先
召喚神靈與超現實的力量
死去的生命便開始了複活！