[영역 조지훈의 시 1]승무(僧舞) / The Dance of Buddhist Nun

[曉泉]

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승무(僧舞) 

얇은 사(紗) 하이얀 고깔은 고이 접어서 나빌네라.

파르라니 깎은 머리 박사(薄紗) 고깔에 감추오고

두 볼에 흐르는 빛이 정작으로 고와서 서러워라.

빈 대(臺)에 황촉(黃燭)불이 말없이 녹는 밤에 

오동(梧桐)잎 잎새마다 달이 지는데,

소매는 길어서 하늘은 넓고,

돌아설 듯 날아가며 사뿐히 접어 올린 외씨보선이여.

까만 눈동자 살포시 들어

 먼 하늘 한 개 별빛에 모도우고,

복사꽃 고운 뺨에 아롱질 듯 두 방울이야 

세사(世事)에 시달려도 번뇌(煩惱)는 별빛이라.

휘어져 감기우고 다시 접어 뻗는 손이 

깊은 마음 속 거룩한 합장(合掌)인 양하고,

이 밤사 귀또리도 지새우는 삼경(三更)인데, 

얇은 사(紗) 하이얀 고깔은 고이 접어서 나빌네라.

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THE DANCE OF BUDDHIST NUN

Cho Ji-hoon

The sheer white-silk bonnet is folded neatly into a butterfly.

Her shorn blue head hidden under the bonnet;

the color of her cheeks pretty enough to make one sad.

In the night, as the wax-candle quietly melts on an empty stage,

the moonlight wilts on every leaf of the pawlonia tree:

her sleeves are long against the broad sky,

her stocking-foot, slim as a cucumber seed, lightly bends and is lifted,

as if to fly as she turns.

Her black eyes rise softly

to gaze on the starlight in a distant sky,

two drops on her peach-blossom cheeks smear.

Sin is starlight even in the toil of this mundane world.

Arms bending, wrapping about, folding then stretching, her hands

gather as if in a holy prayer from the depth of her heart,

At midnight even the crickets stay up,

The sheer white-silk bonnet is folded neatly into a butterfly.

                                      Tr. Kyung-Nyun Richards & Steffen Richards ⓒ2013

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   The Dance of Buddhist Nun 

Flimsy white silken hood,

Folded softly and fairly,

I wonder it a flying butterfly!

Pale bluish color of shaven head

Hidden under flimsy silken hood,

The rosy gleams streaming down from her cheeks,

Reveal the sheer beauty, yet airing rather sorrows.

A night of yellow wax candle melting in silence,

On an empty stage,

From every paulownia leaves, the moon wanes;

For sleeves long spread to celestial widths,

And the tiny garment-socks, gently upfold’d,

Flying as if turning around;

With her dark pupils gracefully lifted high,

Focusing on light from one star in far sky;

On her cheeks of peach flowers, two glaring drops are about to flow;

Ah, stricken by mundane life, isn't it the tormenting agony of star glow!

Her hands, flexingly wrap around and extend again,

As if with palms together posing sacred bows, from deep in;

On this deep night, as crickets all awake cry,

Flimsy white silken hood,

Softly and fairly fold’d,

I wonder it a flying butterfly!

                         (English Translation by MHLEE)

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    The nun's Dance

A gently - folded cowl

Of fine white gauze

Flaps like a butterfly.

Under her fine - gauze - cowl,

She shows her two cheeks

Sad and gorgeous.

On the night a wax - candle melts

Quietly in the empty hall,

The moon falls on every paulownia  leaf.

Stretching wide sleeves long into the void,

She turns around and jumps as if on wings,

Revealing her gently - folded - up

Cucumber - seed - shaped socks.

Raising her black pupils gently 

To focus on a star in the remote sky.

She wets her peach - blossom cheeks

With two dappling teardrops.

Although troubled by a worldly affair,

She lets her anguish shine like a star.

Her hands, bending, folding, and unfolding,

Seem to represent her devout prayer 

Welling up in the depth of her heart.

Tonight crickets chirp midnight away;

A gently - folded cowl

Of fine white gauze

Flaps like a butterfly.

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얇은 사(紗) 하이얀 고깔은 고이 접어서 나빌레라.

A sheer white silk'n hood folded fairly,

I wonder if it were a flying butterfly.

파르라니 깎은 머리 박사(薄紗) 고깔에 감추오고,

With pale blue color of head shaven

Beneath that sheer silk'n hood hidden,

두 볼에 흐르는 빛이 정작으로 고와서 서러워라.

Streaming down from her cheeks, the rosy glows

Reveal her pure beauty, yet airing rather sorrows.

빈 대(臺)에 황촉(黃燭)불이 말없이 녹는 밤에 오동(梧桐)잎 잎새마다 달이 지는데,

A night of yellow wax candle melting on an empty stage in silence,

From each paulownia leaves the moon wanes;

소매는 길어서 하늘은 넓고,

돌아설 듯 날아가며 사뿐히 접어 올린 외씨보선이여.

Her sleeves spread long to a celestial span to surround

And tiny garment-socks folded sprightly fly as if to turn around;

까만 눈동자 살포시 들어 먼 하늘 한 개 별빛에 모두오고,

With her dark pupils gracefully lifted high,

Focusing on light from one star afar in the sky;

복사꽃 고운 뺨에 아롱질 듯 두 방울이야 세사(世事)에 시달려도 번뇌(煩惱)는 별빛이라.

On her pretty cheeks of peach flowers, those two drops dazzling to gleam,

Though torn by mundane life, must reflect the tormenting agony of star beam!

휘어져 감기우고 다시 접어 뻗는 손이 깊은 마음 속 거룩한 합장(合掌)인 양하고,

Her hands, wrapping around flexed then extending folded up again,

Appear as if posing sacred bows with palms together from deep in;

이 밤사 귀또리도 지새우는 삼경(三更)인데, 얇은 사(紗) 하이얀 고깔은 고이 접어서 나빌레라.

On this midnight, as crickets all awake cry,

A sheer white silk'n hood folded fairly,

I wonder if it were a flying butterfly.

(English Translation by MHLEE) |Cho Chi-hun|The Dance of Buddhist Nun|}}