| [00:00.000] | 作词 : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁR by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffár, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffár was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e'en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffár |
| [03:53.120] | "Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | "Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | "From bonds far worse Jaffár delivered me; |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffár?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will; |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph's judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar's diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | "Gifts! "cried the friend; |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffár!" |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁ R by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffa r, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man' s hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffa r was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e' en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffa r |
| [03:53.120] | " Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | " Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | " From bonds far worse Jaffa r delivered me |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man' s eyes friends with delicious tears |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffa r?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, " Let worth grow frenzied if it will |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph' s judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar' s diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | " Gifts! " cried the friend |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | " This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffa r!" |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : arabesque Choche |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : arabesque Choche |
| [00:15.490] | A poem JAFFÁ R by Leigh Hunt |
| [00:34.490] | Jaffá r, the Barmecide, the good vizier |
| [00:39.000] | The poor man' s hope, the friend without a peer |
| [00:43.490] | Jaffá r was dead, slain by a doom unjust |
| [00:47.490] | And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust |
| [00:51.190] | Of what the good, and e' en the bad, might say |
| [00:55.000] | Ordained that no man living from that day |
| [00:58.490] | Should dare to speak his name on pain of death |
| [01:02.120] | All Araby and Persia held their breath |
| [01:06.120] | All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show |
| [01:09.120] | How far for love a grateful soul could go, |
| [01:12.520] | And facing death for very scorn and grief |
| [01:16.000] | For his great heart wanted a great relief |
| [01:19.120] | Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square |
| [01:22.120] | Where once had stood a happy house, and there |
| [01:25.120] | Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar |
| [01:29.120] | On all they owed to the divine Jaffá r |
| [03:53.120] | " Bring me this man," the caliph cried |
| [03:56.120] | the man was brought, was gazed upon. |
| [03:59.120] | The mutes began to bind his arms |
| [04:01.520] | " Welcome, brave cords," cried he |
| [04:05.520] | " From bonds far worse Jaffá r delivered me |
| [04:09.120] | From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears |
| [04:12.120] | Made a man' s eyes friends with delicious tears |
| [04:17.520] | Restored me, loved me, put me on a par |
| [04:21.520] | With his great self. How can I pay Jaffá r?" |
| [04:26.120] | Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this |
| [04:28.520] | The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss |
| [04:33.320] | Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate |
| [04:37.220] | Might smile upon another half as great. |
| [04:40.320] | He said, " Let worth grow frenzied if it will |
| [04:44.320] | The caliph' s judgment shall be master still. |
| [04:48.320] | Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, |
| [04:52.320] | The richest in the Tartar' s diadem, |
| [04:56.120] | And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" |
| [04:59.320] | " Gifts! " cried the friend |
| [05:01.320] | he took, and holding it high toward the heavens |
| [05:06.320] | as though to meet his star, |
| [05:09.320] | Exclaimed |
| [05:10.320] | " This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffá r!" |
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