第1549期：A poem: 命（Fate）

中国人从来不怕灾难，不管是多大的灾难，只要是大家一起倒霉就行，从不探究真相，也不屑于别人去了解真相。灾难过后，庆幸自己躲过了，嘲笑别人离去了，最后扔下一句混账话：这都是命。——鲁迅《狂人日记》

人们常说的“命”

其实是两种东西

贵人相助，年少得志

那是运气

百毒不侵，长命百岁

这是基因

都不是你自己的功绩

The so-called fate is

actually two different things.

Having great mentors, you get ahead in the world in your salad days –

That’s luck.

With a robust constitution, you live up to old age;

It’s the gene.

Neither is your feat.

命这东西

除了等

就是认

你不知道封面翻开

扉页上写着什么

可能是谶语

也可能是天条

你更不知道明天来临

今天的一切是否还在

要么买定离手

要么观棋不语

Ah the so-called fate

Except for biding your time

or biting the bullet

There is nothing you can do.

You never know what’s written on

The first page of your life book

It could be a prophecy

or heavenly mandate

You don’t know when tomorrow comes

If everything is still in your grasp

Either chip in

Or keep mum

好运，命好。

歹运，不幸。

谁也不知道

谁也改不掉

天书写的 剧本

Good luck, you lucky dog.

Bad luck, you are fucked.

No one knows beforehand

No one alters a single word

In the obscure script

信命不信命

都好好活着

走运不走运

都慢慢熬着

Believe it or not

Live it up in your remaining days

Lucky or unfortunate

Give it some time and hang in there

汉献 魏文 晋武

一个山里的狐狸

其实不是命

是气数

夏桀商纣隋炀帝

谁料扬州破野头？

The ancient emperors who’d “abdicated”

Were but foxes in separate caves

under the same skin

Cursed and doomed  

Were not them but their dynasties

Ask all the despots in history

who’d have thought Sui’s Emperor Yang would be one day strangled to death by his protege?

今天我说这一段十三不靠，劝世人:

莫仗年少欺老朽，少年总有老朽时。

花残叶落春去也，只把新坟换旧人。

Bear with me for the gibberish, but let me warn those young men:

Never bully your seniors, for you too will one day get on in years.

The flowers will fade, and the leaves wither only to witness new tombs in the graveyard, one year after another.