送别
长亭外,古道边,芳草碧连天.晚风拂柳笛声残,夕阳山外山.
天之涯,地之角,知交半零落;一杯浊酒尽余欢,今宵别梦寒.
-李叔同作(1880-1942)
Note: K went to see UM Monday night before he passed away. This was his favorite song.
Other note: The lyricist was born in Tianjin, China. When he was 28 years old, he became a buddhus monk (named 弘一). The music was written by American composer John P. Ordway.
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：『東西文化異同』。很多人很驚呀的發現，原來他們從小就最喜愛的中國民謠『茉莉花』早已被義大利 歌劇大師 普契尼 （Puccinni）改編在他的曠世傑作『杜蘭朵公主』裡，而且先後出現十次之多！ 原來膾炙人口連初中生都會背的唐詩『遊子吟』已襄在 德國音樂大師 布拉姆斯（Bhrams）的名作『大學慶典序曲』裡（連小學生都會唱）； 原來小學音樂課本中最感人的『長亭外，古道邊，芳草碧連天 . . .』是由 John P. Ordway 作曲， 李叔同配詞；原來米開郎基羅 在西斯丁教堂天花板上，所雕刻的創世記 神與亞當的名畫，與中國『愛』字結構函意有密切巧合的關聯；原來福蘭克林冒生命的危險在雨地中放風箏的精彩的一幕，與中國『電』字意不謀而合了；原來 中國字並不是那麼難，其實很符合科學邏輯，易學、易記、易懂、易認，且有趣得很；原來『詩仙』李白有多首詩早被德國音樂大師馬勒改編在他的第五交響樂裡；原來大家從小就常愛聽愛唱愛哼的『3345543211233-22...』這麼簡單優美的旋律，居然是『樂聖』 貝多芬最偉大的作品『第九合唱交響樂 《歡樂頌》』的主題，而且居然是在他耳朵全聾後作的！更有甚者，其中的詩句『四海之內皆兄弟也』『世界大同』與 我們中華民族 至聖先師 孔子的話（連小學生都會背） 不謀而合了！ 等等。
http://ftp.ccs.neu.edu/pub/people/pwang/chin/preface99book.htm
醉花阴
-李清照
薄雾浓云愁永昼，
瑞脑消金兽。
佳节又重阳，
玉枕纱厨，
半夜凉初透。
东篱把酒黄昏后，
有暗香盈袖。
莫道不消魂，
帘卷西风，
人比黄花瘦。
Parting
Beyond the distant pavilion , Beside the ancient
road , Jade green and fragrant, high grass joins the
sky, Evening breeze sways dripping willows, Dying
flute notes linger still, On the hill behind the hill
, the sun sets.
To the ends of the earth and corners of the seas.
Half our friends are scattered. With a scoop of thick
wine. Let's enjoy what joy remains. Tonight's cold
dreams shall be held at bay.
“送别”曲子原出美国歌曲作者John Pond Ordway(1824-1880)，原来歌名是“梦见家和母亲”。日本歌词作者犬童球溪依其旋律填写了“旅愁”，发表时(1907)李叔同先生正在日本留学；几年后(~1914)所填“送别”歌词看来颇受“旅愁”影响。
附：旅愁
西风起，秋渐深，秋容动客心。独自惆怅叹飘零，寒光照孤影。
忆故土，思故人，高堂念双亲。乡路迢迢何处寻，觉来归梦新。
(http://www.bilinguist.com/data/hy00/messages/4562.html#4587)
A Valediction
--by Li Shutong
Beyond the distant pavilion
Beside the ancient road
Jade green and fragrant, high grass joins the sky
Evening breeze sways dripping willows
Dying flute notes linger still
On the hill behind the hill, the sun sets
To the ends of the earth and corners of the seas
Half our friends are scattered
With a scoop of thick wine
Let's enjoy what joy remains
Tonight's cold dreams shall be held at bay
旅愁（作詞：犬童球渓）
ふけゆく秋の夜 旅の空の
わびしき思いに ひとり悩む
恋しやふるさと なつかし父母
夢路にたどるは さとの家路
ふけゆく秋の夜 旅の空の
わびしき思いに ひとり悩む
窓うつ嵐に 夢もやぶれ
はるけきかなたに 心まよう
恋しやふるさと なつかし父母
思いに浮かぶは 杜のこずえ
窓うつ嵐に 夢もやぶれ
はるけきかなたに 心まよう
Dreaming of Home and Mother
-J.P. Ordway
Dreaming of home, dear old home!
Home of my childhood and mother;
Oft when I wake 'tis sweet to find,
I've been dreaming of home and mother.
Home, dear home, childhood's happy home
When I played with sister and with brother,
'Twas the sweetest joy when we did roam
Over hill and thro' dale with mother.
Sleep balmy sleep, close mine eyes,
Keep me still thinking of mother;
Hark! 'tis her voice I seem to hear.
Yes, I'm dreaming of home and mother.
Angels come, soothing me to rest,
I can feel their presence and none other;
For they sweetly say I shall be blest,
With bright visions of home and mother.
Chorus:
Dreaming of home, dear old home,
Home of my childhood and mother;
Oft when I wake 'tis sweet to find,
I've been dreaming of home and mother.
Childhood has come, come again,
Sleeping I see my dear mother;
See her loved form beside me kneel
While I'm dreaming of home and mother.
Mother dear, whisper to me now,
Tell me of my sister and my brother;
Now I feel thy hand upon my brow,
Yes, I'm dreaming of home and mother.
If there's one song that's as sad and as beautiful as this one, I'd have to say it'd be this Irish folk song:
* * *
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Ok. Perhaps there's another one that is as beautiful but not as sad--The Last Farewell by Roger Whittaker & R.A. Webster
* * *
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
[Refrain]
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
Alright. One last song and I'll call it a quit to the ultimate list of my favorite melancholy farewell songs.
* * *
Brother In Arms
-by Dire Straits
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
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