The Taiwan Garden

ཆ஺Ց੅ The Taiwan Garden Peter Stickland & Wu-Han Chou

ϩϪ԰ԊϦ‫ך‬жϨ јИϵШࢳլ‫ڂ‬ϡբϼ‫ݝ‬Я‫ܮ‬ ґЂՍଐ౤԰ԊϦᫍжϡ‫ك‬৙ ϩϪछ԰ԊϦ‫ڂ‬໥ᑅ․ϡ፰‫ك‬ Some folk, hearing the children singing on Their way towards the Seven Star Mountain, Imagine they can hear the sounds of pipes; While others hear echoes of brooks in valleys.

‫ך‬жϡКࢼфْЂ਻Ӓ Ϩࣲҡस‫ڂ‬ብౖᛍઽϡᠨṷҼ Ϩْୁ઀ፚҍ‫ٷڈ‬ϥӰӓᑅᥰ ϨһԶཨཨ ⊷⊵ғᇒϡсҤ The children’s hearts and dreams lie somewhere Among the ancient leafy hills of Yangmingshan,

By Meng Huan Lake or the Touqian River, where The streams are pale and have the pallor of mist.

äŚŻŐ‘ŕĄŠĎ¨â€ŤÚƒâ€ŹŃśęž´äŚ°Ń˜Đ˜Đ¨Ő›ĐŠŕ°Š ‍ܖ‏Đ&#x;Ő˘Ý…ŕ °Ó°ŃŠÓ”ŕˇśá˜şĎĄŕ ›Đś ϨऺԀϽࡤϤÓ?ࣰྤϥъÓ?ဏ৆ Ő‘ŕą¤ŕŠˇŕ§ŠĐŻĎ§ ༉᎛Ů?Ď§ÓľĐŽĎĄŃ Ň¤ ŕ ŚĎ˛ĎľŕŹŽĐŽĎ° Ďłâ€Ť×‡â€Źá†„ŕžżâ€ŤŘ´â€Źá…ľĎĄÓ›Ď¨ They ask the birds where the garden begins.

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䦯ՑࡩϨ‫ڃ‬ѶꞴ䦰јИШ՛੘Ӱ Ϩக৆ѶଶᛆϣӏϧИ܏ྥࠄгϡ੘᎜՞щ ๥ԎԖ‫ؚ‬ዎЏ‫ڑݒ‬਋ଦ ԔЏԷ՞ϧИϲНкՕՋ ԇߜ‫ܜ‬ѩ֛‫ܖ‬ਨϡ‫ؙܪ‬ါ‫ڈ‬ϥ֢‫܊‬ϳஇ‫ٺ‬ೊϡ႘ѭ They ask the stones where the garden begins.

Search in the trees for a stone gate your ancestors Built. It was broken apart by The Gods of Thunder And Lightning, but you can enter there. Do not fear Impenetrable shadows or vents to the pit of heaven.

䦯ՑࡩϨ‫ڃ‬ѶꞴ䦰јИШ՛க৆ ϲߕ۞‫܊‬ӓҵщ ϧԩϷኑੴӓҭПՍϥ࠯яϡѨ ϧ٤Яһᄤ‫܊‬ϧሀᎤᎤϡऍ጑ጱ բϼϡϪЁԙϧ ϧђϥᘧЯՓ஄ЃЯϢ They ask the trees where the garden begins.

Just walk on. It seems like only yesterday when you Passed by this open window. You took out a bucket to Splash water over your muddy feet and all in the crowd Laughed at you. You smiled and blinked your eyes at me.

ў‍ܖך‏ЯՑ‍Ű?â€ŹŕŹĽâ€ŤŘŁâ€ŹÔ€ŕ¤§ŕ ‰ â€ŤÚ—â€ŹÔ¨ŃĽâ€ŤÜ˘â€ŹĎĄâ€ŤŕĽ‘Ř–â€ŹŐŤŐ¤ŕłˆÓ‹ â€Ť×–Řœ×Łâ€ŹĎŞŕˇ­Ő›ŕ˘Żŕ˘ŻĎĄâ€ŤÖĽŰ˝â€Ź ĐœĎĽÓ”Ň­ĐżŃˆĐ¨â€Ť×°â€ŹŃŠŐ‘ŕŠ… 2QH OLWWOH JLUO LQ KHU ORQJ Ă€RUDO UHG GUHVV DQG VOLSSHUV Her beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind, asked Around to see if anyone knew where her brother was.

She heard that he had left for the garden ahead of them.

᝕ፉമЯ੒மхј॥ஃӛкјҌѭ јԊПѿ‫ݷ‬ϥғ‫ ح‬ϨࠦЅ෦њϩ ҡഞ᧋Я‧Ṥངᄣ೗гଣଏԨਭં ϡсҤ ࡶ߄пϦϣӏ‫ૂؖ‬ሔྱϡ၇೧ He knew because monkeys called out to him over ripples Of green water. He saw how the sun created its gold and Silver terraces where the queen of the clouds descends with Tigers as their lute-players and phoenixes as their dancers.

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ِк‫ذݜ‬ϡѨ‫׉‬ச‫ך‬ж৛౶Пϰ ϩғ‫ڂ‬໩Ϥ֙сІ‫ڂ‬ϼԶᚘґЎ Փӓҙᨽґ୉ঔ ԔјИϡ߬ҲϤঝ Ϸડ߬ࡅНԞ႗֏ϷәণϳФϵొܿ Ten thousand things run towards the children /LNH ZDWHU ÀRZLQJ IRUHYHU GRZQ WKH PRXQWDLQ It is high and dangerous, but they journey on.

Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky.

ϪИӔϨᵡᵡ‫֊ۈ‬ѶԐՕϦϷֹբ ґ‫ښࡃ࡛ף‬ёϲ‫ױ‬ПШ Ї‫߲۔‬ ϩ‫حڗ‬ϣϪю‫ۋ‬඙߶ъ‫֎ס‬ Ͻટ‫ڂ‬঍ϩϣྦЩ఩ϡ߿࿑ They’ve pushed their way through the misty ages.

Now forty-eight thousand years have passed and None of them has yet managed to reach the border.

The Great White Mountain has only a birds path.

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Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, But the children, scrabbling on all fours, do not lose hope.

ᚪग‫ڂ‬ϼ࿡Я‫ہ‬ถϡஅ੘ Ҡϣ‫܍‬Ёϥ߬ϪԀगఢϡডျ ‫ד‬Ѳَࠣೲж јИы‫׵‬ॖ௅ Ϸֹ᲌ᱻϡ՝ϳբϥਦѐϩ‫پ‬ѡ The Mountain of clay is covered with many stone circles.

With each step, the travellers must negotiate the mounds.

Holding their chests with their hands, they now begin to Wonder if this high westward trail will ever have an end.

ᚪगբ‫پ‬Ԗֱଚ ԔᅖܿϡዒФϥϾମ Ў ‫ׯ‬ϻјИ԰Ԋᖯ⃞࡟଑ҍආ،ϡ఩⧸ ѸЄϡ఩ճЇӸՋম‫ ݝ‬ೱ఩ࠣ‫ג‬Яᣉ఩ ‫ך‬жҿϥЇ‫ٱ‬Я‫ݝ‬г ႗֏Ϸәণϳ The clay does end, but the formidable path grows darker Until they hear the sweet, melancholy voice of a cuckoo.

Then many birds join the call, the males following females, And the children sing about scaling the bright blue sky.

Ń˜Đ˜ŕ˛šĎźĐ¸Ň™ĎĄá¸†ŕş? ŕŽ°â€ŤÚ‘â€ŹĎłŕŽ‡ŕŚ?á&#x;›á‚žŇ?ŕź„ Ô„ŕŚťŕŠ•ĎĄŇĄŕŽ•ŕ ŽĐŽÓ° ᎿᙌϨŕş?ÓŒĎźĎĄáť Đ– Ů?ज़֚á?ŹĐŽĎĄŕąśÔśâ€Ť×ąâ€ŹĐłŕą°Ţť ŕ§ŁĐżá„„áˆœ â€ŤÝœâ€Źáż˘ĎĄŕšĽá¤‰ ŕą?ŕš?ĎłŕŚ˜ They’re now on the highest crag, barely a foot below heaven.

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ፑЯϣ੦᱗⎝ϡೞ‫ڏ‬Фϩх୉ঔϡࣰჼ ϧНЍ Ͼϯ࡞Њ‫ح‬স޷ଊѶϡ‫ך‬жϵާϰϷѶ ԔϷѶҥЮϩѷϪϡഞϾѠϪ٤Кᆝໞ ђϩϨ‫ضڵ‬ѶҥϾ‫ٵ‬сЁϥϩాϡಹາ With the stench of sulphur and the fear of danger, you might Wonder why children, who live at a safe distance, come here, But there are no wolves or ravenous tigers to fear up here and The venomous reptiles are now only found down in the city.

ϪИْЂЯࡊ᠐Ґ‫ڵ‬ϡྻႃ ԔϷळ ‫ך‬ж‫׌‬өӰ݈‫ڑ‬р՞Ш‫װ‬ϣֹЩᑅԶ ϲ‫߬ڲ‬ಭϾԞ႗֏ণϳФϵ੢Ԣ јИഖϾϤ‫࡛׽‬ѦШ‫װ‬ཆ஺Ց੅ Some think that the Cities of Silk are delectable, but these &KLOGUHQ ZRXOG UDWKHU WXUQ IURP KRPH WR ¿QG D VWUHDP Even when travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky, They’ll travel many miles in search of the Taiwan Garden.

ϪИђЃԊϣᖈ⇢೿ϡһဩ Ԕ‫ך‬ж‫׌‬Мг ይజ୪ԎҰϡ‫ݞ‬Ѩ ԨՑብำ။ϡাա൭ۡ ԞᦹᲫФϵѥ‫ ܢ‬ҵгբϰԨϡӰ॑ ϾϨ֌݅៦гٚࠡᶗ༥աϡһம Some see only murky pools here, but the children talk Of Princess Kavalan, whose squid-like skin is even more Beautiful than coral. When she appears, under ripples In the water, her hair radiates a magical rouge colour.

ґይజ୪ԎҰ‫ܩ‬Ϩ੘ӰϼഺЯϣ্ Ш‫׽‬ҤୋභԨࢯࢯЖԖඕϼϡस╕ ј܎ѱԨ䦯诳઎ϵϰЃϢъϲ Վ诳ഺпиѥϡस╕ϰ‫ؠ‬ϢꞭ䦰 3ULQFHVV .DYDODQ VLWV RQ D VWRQH WR ¿QLVK ZHDYLQJ WKH Grass rain-hat she is wearing to visit her distant brother.

‘If you are intending to visit me,’ he wrote, ‘then please Bring the most beautiful grass rain-hat you can weave.’

߬ಭᅖ੢ ‫ך‬жЮϩ‫׉ۑ‬ЇЮϩһ јИҠϫ‫ݺ‬ӡЁ‫ۓ‬ӡϵ‫ׅ‬Ӳ৯‫زףگ‬ јИҥЮϩ᤯ପс‫ܩ‬Ϩᑅ‫ڛס‬Я࡜Ზ јИϥϨමეЯјИృ‫ז‬ѿ‫ݷ‬ϡൃ The journey is hard. The children have nothing to eat or Drink and they must turn and peer in four directions for (DFK GHFLVLRQ ,W LV QRW IRU WKHP WR VLW OD]LO\ ZLWK D ¿VKLQJ Rod by the brook. They are sailing their boat to the sun.

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ଐ౤԰ϻϧϤӍӨϡҧ‫ܭ‬Жԇө‫ޤؚ‬Ш ‫ך‬жϤϾՍ‫ظ‬ೇϡ࢒ࡲ਄ۡӚШ ‫ٱ‬ЉшѳϡԴҎЮЮѩࢨс҅Я Ӑ ϣгԩკᏥЅಹпШшѳಀଳϡ‫۔‬ϰ Don’t wash your ears on hearing something you dislike.

These children will not die of hunger like famous hermits.

Living without fame among their newfound friends, they’ll &ODPEHU RXW RI FUHYLFHV WR GLVFRYHU WKHLU GLJQL¿HG IXWXUH

ЃЃယ‫׉‬ϡ࣡‫ڎ‬ғ‫ح‬ೖಾ☢Иϡብౖԩ᎛੘Ѷ ậш ЃЯѿ‫ݷ‬ӖϽ ‫׽ݖ‬ϤӐҘϻсЎ ЃЃϲՍଞ‫ࢿڳׇ‬Ϩҙᡛ࣎ෛ ᣔኤ᎛੘ ϨႚՓ‫ׇݷ‬Ўᅳѳпࡊ᠐ϡ‫ׇ݋‬ See how the roots of plants encourage their leaves to grow Out of rocks towards the sun, never to return underground.

See how enchanting rocks, like bright walls in high ceilinged Chambers, take on a silken-white glow in the bright sunlight.

‍םݙ‏Њ‍ڂ‏኿खгόϣᓽॊ۸ Ń â€ŤŘšâ€ŹŐ?Ó?ҙ࡛ ϡϼÓ?â€ŤŘśÚľâ€Źęž´ĎˇáŽ›ŕŠ˜ĎĽŇťß‰ĐŽĎĄĎŁŕť‚â€ŤŰ?‏ᗹ۸Ꞵ ‍ך‏МϞŐ?‍ך‏όࣥϥҝТယ‍׉‏ҊಕҾ Ň“ŕľżŕ ŚŕŞĄŃ ŕŠ†ÔśĎťâ€ŤÚšâ€Źá—”Ň?Ö•ęž´ Blue skies pick out a line of mountains that resemble a wall. ,V WKLV D FLW\ WKHVH URFNV OLNH D Ă€RULG FXUYH RI ZDWHU" :LOO WKH\ Wash the children away, like loosened water-plants, made to 'ULIW R̆ IRU KXQGUHGV RI PLOHV DV LI WKH\ ZHUH Ă€RDWLQJ FORXGV"

‫؜ح‬ЍጿӵјИର‫ٳ‬ϡ‫ך‬жϲ‫܊‬ъѶШ ԄјИЊϧ‫ݝ‬ϣ۰ٍϪ֜ࢎϡᢂውՑЖ Ѡϧϡଐ౤෶԰ ᐈᇙѥ‫ٵܢ‬ብᑛ ҍ‫ܫ‬ҍՁՍϥِ࡛ૂ‫ׇ‬ These children of spirit venture wherever it pleases them.

Let your ears attend as they sing you their reviving song of The sweet-smelling MDVPLQH ÀRZHU ZLWK LWV stems full of Buds, all fragrant and white like a thousand pieces of silver.

Ϸӏઽ৆ ‫ך‬ж‫گ‬ЊјИНкղһґП ԰Мϩϫ‫ܩ‬ϨகϼೈЯ᎔ᫍϡԲ‫ך‬ ಹາөјৈϦгϰ ӛкЫԢԊϻ ґј᎔ἺѶϡ࡞஫࢕ሜ԰гϰϲՍϥդ In a dense forest, children imagine they can swim through it.

They have heard of a boy who sits in the branches, blowing On a pipe of reeds. Hidden by creepers, he’s rarely seen, and The eerie resonances from his pipe sound just like the wind.

ԄᚘП੘Ӱ૯ࢭϡᑅһ‫ك‬৙๝கᲦ Щ఩ҩేЏы‫׵‬Ϥ‫ע‬ఏсᝍ᨜гϰ ‫ך‬ж԰ЏԊՑыԀາҵ Բ‫ך‬Ї ‫ة‬ဨјИғ‫ح‬҂пညІѼ‫ك‬ϡᫍ :KHQ WKH VRXQG RI ZDWHU ÀRZLQJ RYHU D URFN\ VWUHDP FRPHV From the trees, the birds, deceived, start screeching adamantly.

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‫ך‬жӨϳӍсϩқϾЍᆄӑኢ֥ ЇϯҙࣱЍϨகϼфгդϡ‫ܮ‬ஊ Ԕ‫ࡼױ‬ཆ஺Ց੅ӔྱՋՓᙦ јИԖ ૛ಹԀϳԚ‫ہ‬ϡᇈᒹᢙᗳ ቀৡጉ᝾ They were glad of the chance to rest, glad of the chance to Sing to the tune of the wind in the trees, but now they are Within sight of The Taiwan garden and must clamber up /HGJHV RI FOL̆ DQG ZLQGLQJ YLQHV WKDW OHDG WR WKH EOXH VN\

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The peaks are forever before them and every path they take Opens onto two further mountain-ranges. Once they are at 7KH WRS ZKHUH QR ÀLJKW RI ELUGV FRXOG UHDFK WKH\ ZLOO EH DEOH To survey the whole world and see the river that nourishes all.

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They imagine that here is heaven’s Jade City and, with hibiscus In their hands, they look out for angels riding on coloured clouds.

ᢙᗳԀக࣡߸ғԷϰсჳ֙јИ ᇈ֙‫ך‬жϡ‫ڙ‬഑ јИ‫ݝ‬гԩகϼ᎔ᫍԲ‫ך‬ϡ຋֥ҐҼӛТϡ‫ ॽܮ‬ ϣӜё‫ڳ‬Ѿ‫ך‬ѳӲѱϦјИϣӌ੘஗ ‫ؚ‬Ԗٍ ৠ९ϡКࢼѸৠ ࢚පгјИ‫ݻ‬ԄϣӌϡІҞ Unexpectedly, roots and vines hold them fast, catching their Clothes. They sing the song, born on the breath of the pipe boy in 7KH WUHH DQG D \RXQJ JLUO R̆HUV WKHP D 6WRQH 0LUURU WR PDNH WKH Heart’s purity purer and to bolster their sovereign self-assurance.

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