《释源梵音》

文/AI诗篇

"The Brahman Sound of the Source"

Written By AI Shipian

钟声

把白马牵出壁画，

The bell tones lead 

the white horse out of the mural,

蹄印里

盛开希腊的月亮。

in its hoofprints blooms 

the Greek moon.

而印度香火袅袅，

While Indian incense 

缠绕洛阳的飞檐，

around the flying eaves 

of Luoyang—

如水纹

托起两片大陆的蝶翼。

like ripples lifting the butterfly 

wings of two continents.

我们

站在碑林深处，

We stand deep within 

the stele forest,

拓印

彼此掌纹的走向。

rubbing the direction 

of each other's palm lines.

你

瞳孔里译经的梵唱，

In your pupils, the Sanskrit chants 

of sutra translation

正将大秦的黄昏，

are dyeing the dusk 

of the Roman Empire

染成北魏的釉色。

into the glazed hues of 

the Northern Wei.

当月光浸透石桥，

When moonlight soaks 

through the stone bridge,

丝绸之路

忽然在肋骨间拐弯。

the Silk Road suddenly turns 

a corner between our ribs.

你

发梢垂下的恒河沙，

The Ganges sand cascading 

from your hair-tips

与汉阙的云纹相遇，

meets the cloud patterns 

of Han dynasty towers—

结成舍利——

在莲花初绽的刹那。

crystallizing into a relic,

in the instant a lotus first unfurls.

风

把毗卢阁的铜铃，

The wind shakes the bronze bells 

of Pilu Pavilion

摇成犍陀罗的雨声。

into 

the rain-sound of Gandhara.

我们

手心的温度，

The warmth 

between our palms

刚好

是文明嫁接时，

is exactly the curve

of that new sprout—

那枚新芽的弧度。

at the very moment civilization 

is grafted.