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act iii scene i, Blood Bodhisattva, Chinese translation, 血菩萨, poem, Poetry, retelling, Titus Andronicus, wuxia
[第三幕，第一场] [Act III, Scene I]
舞台空荡，唯中央一平台，上置两包裹，以朱绳捆缚的白布覆之。钟鸣一声，静默。天母着白色将袍上，铁骨与铁鹰随侧。她徐行至萨屯与皇室前，肃然跪地。
A single bell chimes. The stage is bare save for a platform, center, upon which rest two bundles, wrapped in white cloth tied with red ceremonial cord. The silence holds. Tiān Mǔ enters in white general’s robes, flanked by Tiě Gū and Tiě Yīng. She walks slowly, then kneels in front of Sàtǔn and the royal court.
天母 / TIĀN MǓ.
“太平之年，臣执此剑，以彰武德。
战乱之时，臣以血饲之。帝国之下——唯忠而已。
今臣之忠义遭疑，剑锈心枯……
然若老朽一臂，可洗吾女之辱……
则不必多言。“
“In times of peace, I held this sword with honor.
In war, I fed it blood. Under the empire, there is only loyalty.
Now my loyalty is doubted, my sword is rusted and my heart is withered…
But if my old arm can still wash away the shame of my daughter…
then there is no need to say more.”
[她以盆净手，默然片刻。旋即拔剑，左手覆白鉢巻，抵地稳刃，断腕自戕。闷哼一声，断掌落盆，血水相融。她伏地叩首，额触砖石。]
[She washes her hands in the basin. A pause. Then, unsheathing her blade, she steadies it with one hand on the ground. She wraps her left wrist with white silk, braces and swiftly cuts off her own hand. A sharp exhale. The hand falls into the basin. Blood swirls in water. She bows forward, kowtows, forehead touching the floor.]
天母 / TIĀN MǓ [cont.]
“为帝国。为仁慈。为陛下。“
“For the Empire.
For Mercy.
For you, my Empress.”
[萨屯起身，神色慵懒。她踱至台前，审视包裹，忽莞尔一笑。 ]
[Sàtǔn stands, slow and unbothered. She approaches the dais, examining the bundles. Then, with the barest smile, she speaks.]
萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
“一臂？将军，朕要的是忠心, 而非残羹。“
“Just one hand, General? I asked for loyalty, not leftovers.”
[她做了个手势，一位侍从默默地解开一捆布。观众什么也没看到——只有田牧的脸。她的表情僵住了，然后破碎了。]
[She gestures, and an Attendant silently unties one of the cloth bundles. The audience sees nothing—only Tiān Mǔ’s face. Her expression freezes, then shatters.]
萨屯 / SÀTǓN [cont.]
“朕赐你双礼……合该感激才是。她们的头颅, 沉甸甸的，压着羞耻。朕已为尔…… 轻如鸿毛。“
“I have given you two gifts… you should be grateful.
Their heads were heavy, weighed down with shame.
I have made them… as light as a feather.”
[天母凝望包裹，面色骤僵，形同槁木。腕间滴血无声。铁鹰缓步上前。]
[Tiān Mǔ says nothing. She does not scream. She does not move. Her severed wrist drips blood onto the floor. Tiě Yīng steps forward slowly.]
铁影 / TIĚ YĪNG.
“这就是帝国对待女儿的方式吗？“
“Is this how empire honors its daughters?”
[萨屯不答，含笑携众退场。铁鹰跪于天母身侧，视血刃与朱绳包裹。]
[Sàtǔn does not respond. She smiles, turns, and exits with the Court, leaving the bundles behind. Tiě Yīng kneels beside Tiān Mǔ, who still kneels, broken. She looks to the blood, the sword, the silent cloth-covered heads.]
铁影 / TIĚ YĪNG [cont.]
“此地，已无吾立锥之所。非陛下的宫阙，非宗庙，非沙场。母亲所授，儿当永志——但绝非……为这般帝国。“
“There is no place for me to stand here.
Not in your majesty’s palace, not in the ancestral temple, not on the battlefield.
What my mother taught me, I will always remember ––
but it is definitely not… for this empire.”
[她拾起血刃，如抱婴孩，下。天母独跪，静默如渊。]
[She picks up the bloodied sword, cradles it like a child, and exits. Tiān Mǔ remains kneeling in silence.]
memories of my ghost sista 