So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don’t either of you ask me for more. It’s late, and we have a long day of travel ahead of us, Pari, you and I. You will need your sleep tonight. And you too, Abdullah. I am counting on you, boy, while your sister and I are away. So is your mother. Now. One story, then. Listen, both of you, listen well. And don’t interrupt.
那好吧。你们想听故事，我就给你们讲个故事。但是就这一个。你俩谁都别让我多讲。很晚了，咱们明天还有很长的路要走，你和我，帕丽。今天夜里你需要好好睡上一觉。你也是，阿卜杜拉。儿子，我和你妹妹出门的时候，就指望你了。你母亲也要指望你。那好，一个故事。听着，你俩好好听，别打断我。
Once upon a time, in the days when divs and jinns and giants roamed the land, there lived a farmer named Baba Ayub. He lived with his family in a little village by the name of Maidan Sabz. Because he had a large family to feed, Baba Ayub saw his days consumed by hard work. Every day, he labored from dawn to sundown, plowing his field and turning the soil and tending to his meager pistachio trees. At any given moment you could spot him in his field, bent at the waist, back as curved as the scythe he swung all day. His hands were always callused, and they often bled, and every night sleep stole him away no sooner than his cheek met the pillow.
从前那个时候，魔王、精灵和巨人还在大地上来来往往，有个名叫巴巴·阿尤布的农夫，和家人一起，住在一个小村子里，那村子叫马伊丹·萨卜兹。巴巴·阿尤布要养活一大家子，所以没日没夜地辛勤劳作，每天从日出开始，一直忙活到日落，犁田，翻土，照料他那几棵瘦弱的开心果树，弓着腰，屈着背，样子就像他整天挥动的那把大镰刀。他两手长满了老茧，还常常流血，每天晚上，头一挨上枕头，他就昏昏睡去。
I will say that, in this regard, he was hardly alone. Life in Maidan Sabz was hard for all its inhabitants. There were other, more fortunate villages to the north, in the valleys, with fruit trees and flowers and pleasant air, and streams that ran with cold, clear water. But Maidan Sabz was a desolate place, and it didn’t resemble in the slightest the image that its name, Field of Green, would have you picture. It sat in a flat, dusty plain ringed by a chain of craggy mountains. The wind was hot, and blew dust in the eyes. Finding water was a daily struggle because the village wells, even the deep ones, often ran low. Yes, there was a river, but the villagers had to endure a half-day walk to reach it, and even then its waters flowed muddy all year round. Now, after ten years of drought, the river too ran shallow. Let’s just say that people in Maidan Sabz worked twice as hard to eke out half the living.
我得说，可不是只有他一个人这样。马伊丹·萨卜兹的所有村民都过着苦日子。往北走，在山谷里，有些村庄要幸运一些，它们有果树，有鲜花，有清爽的空气，还有小溪，流着凉凉的、干干净净的水。马伊丹·萨卜兹的意思是碧野绿田，却是个荒凉的地方，一点也没有它的名字带给人的那种诗情画意。它位于一块地势浅平、浮土覆盖的旷野上，紧邻着连绵的山脉。风是热的，吹起尘土，直入人眼。找水是每天例行的战斗，因为村里的井水总是见底，就连那些深井也不例外。是的，是有条河，可村民们得长途跋涉，走上半天，才能走到河边，即使这样，河水也是一年到头，浑浊不堪。现在，经过了十年的大旱，河水也变浅了。咱们这么说吧，马伊丹·萨卜兹的人们要付出双份的辛苦，才能讨得半份的生活。
Still, Baba Ayub counted himself among the fortunate because he had a family that he cherished above all things. He loved his wife and never raised his voice to her, much less his hand. He valued her counsel and found genuine pleasure in her companionship. As for children, he was blessed with as many as a hand has fingers, three sons and two daughters, each of whom he loved dearly. His daughters were dutiful and kind and of good character and repute. To his sons he had taught already the value of honesty, courage, friendship, and hard work without complaint. They obeyed him, as good sons must, and helped their father with his crops.
尽管如此，巴巴·阿尤布仍然认为自己是幸运的，因为他有一个家，他把家看得比什么都重要。他爱他妻子，从来不抬高声音对她说话，更不用说把手抬高了。他重视妻子的意见，有她的陪伴，他真心觉得快乐。说起孩子，他也很有福气，就像一只手有五根指头，他也有三个儿子，两个女儿，每一个他都当成掌上明珠。女儿们恭顺，温良，既有好品性，也有好名声。对儿子，他教给他们诚实、勇敢、友善，以及努力工作，从不抱怨的重要性。他们像好儿子都会做的那样，听父亲的话，也帮他种庄稼。
Though he loved all of his children, Baba Ayub privately had a unique fondness for one among them, his youngest, Qais, who was three years old. Qais was a little boy with dark blue eyes. He charmed anyone who met him with his devilish laughter. He was also one of those boys so bursting with energy that he drained others of theirs. When he learned to walk, he took such delight in it that he did it all day while he was awake, and then, troublingly, even at night in his sleep. He would sleepwalk out of the family’s mud house and wander off into the moonlit darkness. Naturally, his parents worried. What if he fell into a well, or got lost, or, worst of all, was attacked by one of the creatures lurking the plains at night? They took stabs at many remedies, none of which worked. In the end, the solution Baba Ayub found was a simple one, as the best solutions often are: He removed a tiny bell from around the neck of one of his goats and hung it instead around Qais’s neck. This way, the bell would wake someone if Qais were to rise in the middle of the night. The sleepwalking stopped after a time, but Qais grew attached to the bell and refused to part with it. And so, even though it didn’t serve its original use, the bell remained fastened to the string around the boy’s neck. When Baba Ayub came home after a long day’s work, Qais would run from the house face-first into his father’s belly, the bell jingling with each of his tiny steps. Baba Ayub would lift him up and take him into the house, and Qais would watch with great attention as his father washed up, and then he would sit beside Baba Ayub at suppertime. After they had eaten, Baba Ayub would sip his tea, watching his family, picturing a day when all of his children married and gave him children of their own, when he would be proud patriarch to an even greater brood.
虽说这五个孩子巴巴·阿尤布都爱，可到底有一个是他心里最喜欢的，那就是三岁的老幺卡伊斯。这小男孩有一双深蓝色的眼睛，不管见到谁，都会用响亮的笑声把人家迷住。他也是那种生龙活虎的娃子，总是弄得别人筋疲力尽。他一学会走路，就高高兴兴地走个没完，只要醒着，就整天不停，可让人着急的是，后来他夜里睡着觉也走。梦游的时候，他会走出家里的土坯屋，远远地走进月夜里去。父母自然觉得担心。万一他掉到井里怎么办？走丢了怎么办？最糟的是被夜里潜伏在旷野上的野兽叼走。他们用了许多方子，可没一个管用。最后，巴巴·阿尤布发现，最好的办法往往也是最简单的：他从家里一只山羊的脖子上，解下一个小铃铛，把它系到卡伊斯的脖子上。这样一来，要是卡伊斯半夜起来，铃铛一响，就会把别人弄醒。过了一段时间，梦游停止了，可是卡伊斯喜欢上了铃铛，再也不肯和它分开。于是，尽管铃铛已经没有了原先的用处，却还是系在这娃娃的脖子上。当巴巴·阿尤布干完一天漫长的农活，回到家中，卡伊斯便从屋里跑出来，一头撞进他父亲怀里，那铃铛也随着他的小步子，叮叮当当响个不停。巴巴·阿尤布把他举起来，抱他进屋，卡伊斯专注地看着父亲洗手洗脸，吃晚饭的时候，他也要坐在巴巴·阿尤布的身边。等到大伙都吃完了，巴巴·阿尤布便一边喝着茶，一边看着全家老小，憧憬着有朝一日，孩子们全都成了家，再生一堆娃儿给他，那会儿他就有了更大的一家子，得意洋洋地做起了老太爷。
Alas, Abdullah and Pari, Baba Ayub’s days of happiness came to an end.
唉，阿卜杜拉呀，帕丽呀，巴巴·阿尤布的好日子就要到头了。
It happened one day that a div came to Maidan Sabz. As it approached the village from the direction of the mountains, the earth shook with each of its footfalls. The villagers dropped their shovels and hoes and axes and scattered. They locked themselves in their homes and huddled with one another. When the deafening sounds of the div’s footsteps stopped, the skies over Maidan Sabz darkened with its shadow. It was said that curved horns sprouted from its head and that coarse black hair covered its shoulders and powerful tail. They said its eyes shone red. No one knew for sure, you understand, at least no one living: The div ate on the spot those who dared steal so much as a single glance. Knowing this, the villagers wisely kept their eyes glued to the ground.
出事的那一天，有个魔王来到了马伊丹·萨卜兹。它从山的方向走近村子，随着它的脚步，大地也在一次次地颤抖。村民们丢下铁锹、锄头和斧子，四散而逃。他们把自己锁在家里，抱成一团。魔王震耳欲聋的脚步声停止了，它的身影让马伊丹·萨卜兹的天空也变得昏暗。人家说它头上长着弯曲的犄角，粗硬的黑毛覆盖着肩膀和强健的尾巴。人家还说它两眼发着红光。可没人知道它确切的长相——你们肯定都懂的——至少没有活人知道：如果有人胆敢偷看，哪怕只看一眼，魔王也会立刻把他吃掉。村民们知道这一点，便明智地让眼睛死死盯着地面。
Everyone at the village knew why the div had come. They had heard the tales of its visits to other villages and they could only marvel at how Maidan Sabz had managed to escape its attention for so long. Perhaps, they reasoned, the poor, stringent lives they led in Maidan Sabz had worked in their favor, as their children weren’t as well fed and didn’t have as much meat on their bones. Even so, their luck had run out at last.
村子里人人都知道魔王为什么驾到。他们听说过它光顾别村的故事，却惊讶于马伊丹·萨卜兹竟然能在这么长的时间里逃脱它的注意。他们琢磨，也许马伊丹·萨卜兹贫穷、严苛的生活反而成了优势，因为他们的孩子吃不饱，骨头上没多少肉。即使这样，他们的好运气也已经用光了。
Maidan Sabz trembled and held its breath. Families prayed that the div would bypass their home for they knew that if the div tapped on their roof, they would have to give it one child. The div would then toss the child into a sack, sling the sack over its shoulder, and go back the way it had come. No one would ever see the poor child again. And if a household refused, the div would take all of its children.
马伊丹·萨卜兹颤抖着，屏住了呼吸。家家都在祷告，巴望着魔王从自家门前跨过，因为他们知道，魔王叩响哪家的房顶，哪家就得交出一个小孩。魔王会把这孩子丢进口袋，再把口袋甩到肩后，原路返回，再也不会有人看见那可怜的小孩。如果家人拒绝就范，魔王会把这一家所有的孩子抓走。
So where did the div take the children to? To its fort, which sat atop a steep mountain. The div’s fort was very far from Maidan Sabz. Valleys, several deserts, and two mountain chains had to be cleared before you could reach it. And what sane person would, only to meet death? They said the fort was full of dungeons where cleavers hung from walls. Meat hooks dangled from ceilings. They said there were giant skewers and fire pits. They said that if it caught a trespasser, the div was known to overcome its aversion to adult meat.
那么魔王把小孩带到哪里去了？带到它位于峭壁之巅的城堡。魔王的城堡离马伊丹·萨卜兹非常遥远，你要经过几条山谷，几片沙漠，翻过两道山脉，才能到达。可是又有哪个神志正常的人会去送死呢？人家说，城堡遍布着地牢，地牢的墙上挂着切肉的刀，肉摇摇晃晃地吊在屋顶上。听说那里有巨大的烤肉叉和火盆子。还听说如果有人偷偷溜进去，被魔王抓住，那么它也会克服自己对大人肉的厌恶。
I guess you know which rooftop received the div’s dreaded tap. Upon hearing it, Baba Ayub let an agonized cry escape from his lips, and his wife fainted cold. The children wept with terror, and also sorrow, because they knew that the loss of one among them was now assured. The family had until the next dawn to make its offering.
我猜你们都知道了，魔王那可怕的一叩，叩响了谁家房顶。巴巴·阿尤布一听到这动静，便不能自禁地发出了一声极度痛苦的叫喊，他妻子也不寒而栗。孩子们哭了起来，既因为恐惧，也因为悲伤，因为他们知道，手足分离的命运已经不可避免。第二天天一亮，家人就得把孩子献出。
What can I say to you of the anguish that Baba Ayub and his wife suffered that night? No parent should have to make a choice such as this. Out of the children’s earshot, Baba Ayub and his wife debated what they should do. They talked and wept and talked and wept. All night, they went back and forth, and, as dawn neared, they had yet to reach a decision — which was perhaps what the div wanted, as their indecision would allow it to take five children instead of one. In the end, Baba Ayub collected from just outside the house five rocks of identical size and shape. On the face of each he scribbled the name of one child, and when he was done he tossed the rocks into a burlap sack. When he offered the bag to his wife, she recoiled as though it held a venomous snake.
我该怎样告诉你们，巴巴·阿尤布和他妻子那天晚上遭受了多么大的痛苦啊？哪个父母都不应该被迫做这样的决定。巴巴·阿尤布和他妻子躲在孩子们听不到的地方，讨论该怎么办。两口子说着说着就哭起来，再说，再哭。整整一夜，他们翻来覆去，天将破晓时，还是拿不定主意。他们猜不出魔王想要哪个孩子，也没办法横下心来，让它把五个都带走，而不是只要一个。最后，巴巴·阿尤布从门口捡回五块石头，大小和形状都一样，每块都刻上一个孩子的名字，刻完了，就把它们丢进一个粗麻布口袋。他把口袋递给妻子，可她直往后躲，好像里面装着毒蛇。
“I can’t do it,” she said to her husband, shaking her head. “I cannot be the one to choose. I couldn’t bear it.”
“我做不来。”她摇着头对丈夫说，“别让我选。我受不了。”
“Neither could I,” Baba Ayub began to say, but he saw through the window that the sun was only moments away from peeking over the eastern hills. Time was running short. He gazed miserably at his five children. A finger had to be cut, to save the hand. He shut his eyes and withdrew a rock from the sack.
“我也下不了手。”巴巴·阿尤布起先也这么说，可他透过窗户看到，太阳很快就要从东山后面露头了。时间即将耗尽。他悲悲切切地注视着自己的五个孩子。不得不砍下一根指头，这样才能把手保住。他闭上眼，从口袋里取出一块石头。
I suppose you also know which rock Baba Ayub happened to pick. When he saw the name on it, he turned his face heavenward and let out a scream. With a broken heart, he lifted his youngest son into his arms, and Qais, who had blind trust in his father, happily wrapped his arms around Baba Ayub’s neck. It wasn’t until Baba Ayub deposited him outside the house and shut the door that the boy realized what was amiss, and there stood Baba Ayub, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from both, back against the door, as his beloved Qais pounded his small fists on it, crying for Baba to let him back in, and Baba Ayub stood there, muttering, “Forgive me, forgive me,” as the ground shook with the div’s footsteps, and his son screeched, and the earth trembled again and again as the div took its leave from Maidan Sabz, until at last it was gone, and the earth was still, and all was silence but for Baba Ayub, still weeping and asking Qais for forgiveness.
我想你们也知道了，巴巴·阿尤布碰巧拿到的是哪块石头。他一看见上面刻的名字，就仰面向天，发出了一声尖叫。他把最小的儿子搂进怀里，心都碎了，可卡伊斯呢，还是对父亲充满了无条件的信任，高高兴兴地用胳膊搂住巴巴·阿尤布的脖子。直到巴巴·阿尤布把他放到屋外，关上大门，这孩子才意识到有不对劲的地方。巴巴·阿尤布站在屋里，两眼紧闭，泪水汩汩，背倚着大门，任凭他心爱的卡伊斯挥动着两只小拳头，在门上捶啊，砸啊，哭啊，叫啊，求巴巴·阿尤布让他回屋，可巴巴·阿尤布还是站在那儿，嘴里咕哝着：“原谅我，原谅我。”大地震动着，那是魔王的脚步，儿子尖叫起来，地面再度震颤，一波又一波，那是魔王正在离开马伊丹·萨卜兹，直到它完全消失，大地才最终恢复了平静，整个世界鸦雀无声，只有巴巴·阿尤布仍在哭泣，仍在求取卡伊斯的原谅。
Abdullah. Your sister has fallen asleep. Cover her feet with the blanket. There. Good. Maybe I should stop now. No? You want me to go on? Are you sure, boy? All right.
阿卜杜拉，你妹妹已经睡着了。拿毯子给她盖上脚。对，很好。也许我也该停下了。不？你想让我接着讲？真的吗，儿子？好吧。
Where was I? Ah yes. There followed a forty-day mourning period. Every day, neighbors cooked meals for the family and kept vigil with them. People brought over what offerings they could — tea, candy, bread, almonds — and they brought as well their condolences and sympathies. Baba Ayub could hardly bring himself to say so much as a word of thanks. He sat in a corner, weeping, streams of tears pouring from both eyes as though he meant to end the village’s streak of droughts with them. You wouldn’t wish his torment and suffering on the vilest of men.
我讲到哪儿了？噢，对了。接下来是四十天的居丧期。每天都有邻居来家里送饭，和他们一起守夜。人们有什么就送来什么——茶叶、蜜饯、馕、杏仁——还有吊唁和同情。巴巴·阿尤布甚至连个谢字也不说。他坐在角落里哭泣，眼泪流成了河，好像要以泪洗村，结束这一阵子的干旱。可你怎么敢让他所受的痛苦和折磨，也降临到这些最卑贱的人身上。
Several years passed. The droughts continued, and Maidan Sabz fell into even worse poverty. Several babies died of thirst in their cribs. The wells ran even lower and the river dried, unlike Baba Ayub’s anguish, a river that swelled and swelled with each passing day. He was of no use to his family any longer. He didn’t work, didn’t pray, hardly ate. His wife and children pleaded with him, but it was no good. His remaining sons had to take over his work, for every day Baba Ayub did nothing but sit at the edge of his field, a lone, wretched figure gazing toward the mountains. He stopped speaking to the villagers, for he believed they muttered things behind his back. They said he was a coward for willingly giving away his son. That he was an unfit father. A real father would have fought the div. He would have died defending his family.
几年过去了，干旱还在持续，马伊丹·萨卜兹跌入了更为严重的贫穷。有几个襁褓中的婴儿死于干渴。井里的水位下降得更低了，而河水已经断流，它不像巴巴·阿尤布的苦水河，还在日复一日地不断上涨。他在家里已形同废人，不干活，也不祷告，几乎不吃东西。妻子和孩子恳求他，但没有用。剩下的两个儿子不得不接手他的农活，而巴巴·阿尤布每天什么也不干，只是坐在自家田地的边上，一副孤单而纠结的模样，呆望着群山。他不再和村里人讲话了，因为他认定别人在背后说他的闲话。他们说他是个懦夫，拱手交出了自己的儿子；还说他是个不合格的父亲。真正的父亲会与魔王搏斗，会为了保卫家人而死去。
He mentioned this to his wife one night.
有天晚上，他对妻子提及此事。
“They say no such things,” his wife replied. “No one thinks you are a coward.”
“人家没说这种话。”他妻子答道，“谁也没觉得你是懦夫。”
“I can hear them,” he said.
“我能听到他们说的。”他说。
“It is your own voice you are hearing, husband,” she said. She, however, did not tell him that the villagers did whisper behind his back. And what they whispered was that he’d perhaps gone mad.
“你听到的是你自己的声音，当家的。”她说。可她没告诉他，村里人确实在他背后说着闲话。但他们说的是他八成已经疯了。
And then one day, he gave them proof. He rose at dawn. Without waking his wife and children, he stowed a few scraps of bread into a burlap sack, put on his shoes, tied his scythe around his waist, and set off.
后来有一天，他给了大伙一个证明。他在黎明起床，没有弄醒妻子和孩子们，往粗麻布口袋里装了几块碎馕，穿上鞋，把大镰刀绑到腰上，便出发了。
He walked for many, many days. He walked until the sun was a faint red glow in the distance. Nights, he slept in caves as the wind whistled outside. Or else he slept beside rivers and beneath trees and among the cover of boulders. He ate his bread, and then he ate what he could find — wild berries, mushrooms, fish that he caught with his bare hands from streams — and some days he didn’t eat at all. But still he walked. When passersby asked where he was going, he told them, and some laughed, some hurried past for fear he was a madman, and some prayed for him, as they too had lost a child to the div. Baba Ayub kept his head down and walked. When his shoes fell apart, he fastened them to his feet with strings, and when the strings tore he pushed forward on bare feet. In this way, he traveled across deserts and valleys and mountains.
他走了好多好多天。他走啊走，直到太阳变成远方黯淡的红光。夜里，他睡山洞，风在外面呼啸。要不然就睡在河边，睡在树下，或者用巨石遮风避雨。他吃光了馕，然后找到什么就吃什么——野莓、蘑菇，以及赤手从小河里抓来的鱼——有些天则什么都没有吃过。可他仍然在走。曾有路人问他要去哪儿，他答了，一些人听了哈哈大笑，另一些人则怕他是个疯子，忙不迭地赶快走掉，还有些人为他祷告，因为他们自己也有孩子被魔王掳去。巴巴·阿尤布低着头，一路走下去。鞋裂开了，他就拿绳子把鞋绑到脚上，绳子也烂了的时候，他就赤着脚继续赶路。这一路上，他经过了沙漠，跨过了河谷，翻越了群山。
At last he reached the mountain atop which sat the div’s fort. So eager he was to fulfill his quest that he didn’t rest and immediately began his climb, his clothes shredded, his feet bloodied, his hair caked with dust, but his resolve unshaken. The jagged rocks ripped his soles. Hawks pecked at his cheeks when he climbed past their nest. Violent gusts of wind nearly tore him from the side of the mountain. And still he climbed, from one rock to the next, until at last he stood before the massive gates of the div’s fort.
最后，他走到那座山下，山顶就是魔王的城堡。他太急于完成自己的远征了，于是没有歇息，便立刻开始攀爬。他的衣服已经褴褛不堪，双脚鲜血淋漓，头发被泥土粘在了一起，可他的决心没有动摇。岩石如锯齿，割破他的脚底。当他向上爬过鹰巢的时候，老鹰来啄他的脸颊。狂风凶猛，几乎将他掀落悬崖。可他还在攀爬，从一块岩石爬向另一块岩石，终于站到了魔王城堡雄伟的大门前。巴巴·阿尤布朝大门扔了块石头。
Who dares? the div’s voice boomed when Baba Ayub threw a stone at the gates.
何人如此大胆？魔王的声音低沉而洪亮。
Baba Ayub stated his name. “I come from the village of Maidan Sabz,” he said.
巴巴·阿尤布报上自己的姓名。“我来自马伊丹·萨卜兹村。”他说。
Do you have a wish to die? Surely you must, disturbing me in my home! What is your business?
你有心寻死吗？肯定是这样。竟敢到我的地盘上撒野！所为何事？
“I have come here to kill you.”
“我来这儿是要杀了你。”
There came a pause from the other side of the gates. And then the gates creaked open, and there stood the div, looming over Baba Ayub in all of its nightmarish glory.
门后沉默了片刻。接着，大门吱吱嘎嘎地打开了，魔王就站在那儿，带着它梦魇般的不可一世，赫然耸立在巴巴·阿尤布的面前。
Have you? it said in a voice thick as thunder.
你要杀我？它用雷一般的声音问道。
“Indeed,” Baba Ayub said. “One way or another, one of us dies today.”
“没错。”巴巴·阿尤布说，“不管怎么样，今天咱俩得死一个。”
It appeared for a moment that the div would swipe Baba Ayub off the ground and finish him with a single bite of its dagger-sharp teeth. But something made the creature hesitate. It narrowed its eyes. Perhaps it was the craziness of the old man’s words. Perhaps it was the man’s appearance, the shredded garb, the bloodied face, the dust that coated him head to toe, the open sores on his skin. Or perhaps it was that, in the old man’s eyes, the div found not even a tinge of fear.
貌似有那么一会儿，魔王就要一下子把巴巴·阿尤布从地上抓起来，用匕首般锋利的牙齿，一口结束他的性命。可是有什么东西让这怪物犹豫起来。它眯起了眼睛。也许是这小老头那一番疯狂的言语，也许是他的外表：破衣烂衫，满脸是血，从头到脚糊满了泥土，皮肤上还有溃烂的创口。或者呢，也许是因为，在这小老头的眼睛里，魔王竟然没有找到一丝的恐惧。
Where did you say you came from?
你说你是打哪儿来的？
“Maidan Sabz,” said Baba Ayub.
“马伊丹·萨卜兹。”巴巴·阿尤布说。
It must be far away, by the look of you, this Maidan Sabz.
这个马伊丹·萨卜兹肯定在很远的地方，看你的样子就知道了。
“I did not come here to palaver. I came here to –“
“我来这儿不是为了和你闲聊的。我来是为了…”
The div raised one clawed hand. Yes. Yes. You’ve come to kill me. I know. But surely I can be granted a few last words before I am slain.
魔王抬起一只手爪。是的，是的，你来这儿是为了杀我。我知道。在杀死我之前，让我最后再讲几句话总还是可以的吧。
“Very well,” said Baba Ayub. “But only a few.”
“行。”巴巴·阿尤布说，“不过只能讲几句。”
I thank you. The div grinned. May I ask what evil I have committed against you so as to warrant death?
谢谢您啊。魔王咧开嘴笑了。我能问一下吗，我对您做了什么坏事，弄得死罪难逃？
“You took from me my youngest son,” Baba Ayub replied. “He was in the world the dearest thing to me.”
“你夺走了我最小的儿子。”巴巴·阿尤布答道，“他是我在这个世界上最珍爱的人。”
The div grunted and tapped its chin. I have taken many children from many fathers, it said.
魔王哼哼了一声，又摸摸自己的下巴。我从很多父亲的手里夺走过很多小孩。它说。
Baba Ayub angrily drew his scythe. “Then I shall exact revenge on their behalf as well.”
巴巴·阿尤布怒气冲冲地抽出了自己的大镰刀。“那我就连他们的仇也一块报！”
I must say your courage rouses in me a surge of admiration.
我必须要说，你勇气可嘉。
“You know nothing of courage,” said Baba Ayub. “For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose.”
“你对勇气一无所知。”巴巴·阿尤布说，“一定要有所得，有所失，才谈得上勇气。可我来这儿不会失去任何东西。”
You have your life to lose, said the div.
你会失去生命。魔王说。
“You already took that from me.”
“你已经夺走了我的生命。”
The div grunted again and studied Baba Ayub thoughtfully. After a time, it said, Very well, then. I will grant you your duel. But first I ask that you follow me.
魔王又哼哼了一声，上上下下把巴巴·阿尤布打量一番。过了一会儿，它说：那好，我同意和你决斗，不过首先呢，我要你跟我走一趟。
“Be quick,” Baba Ayub said, “I am out of patience.” But the div was already walking toward a giant hallway, and Baba Ayub had no choice but to follow it. He trailed the div through a labyrinth of hallways, the ceiling of each nearly scraped the clouds, each supported by enormous columns. They passed many stairwells, and chambers big enough to contain all of Maidan Sabz. They walked this way until at last the div led Baba Ayub into an enormous room, at the far end of which was a curtain.
“快点儿。”巴巴·阿尤布说，“我快没耐心了。”可是魔王已经朝一条巨大的走廊走去，巴巴·阿尤布没有选择，只能跟着它。他尾随魔王，经过了迷宫般的条条走廊，每条都有高耸入云的天花板，各有巨柱支撑。他们经过了很多楼梯井，而两旁的房间那么大，足以装得下整个马伊丹·萨卜兹。他们一路走下去，最后，魔王领着巴巴·阿尤布，进了一个巨大的房间，屋子的另一端张挂着帷幔。
Come closer, the div motioned.
走近点儿。魔王说。
Baba Ayub stood next to the div.
巴巴·阿尤布站到了魔王身边。
The div pulled the curtains open. Behind it was a glass window. Through the window, Baba Ayub looked down on an enormous garden. Lines of cypress trees bordered the garden, the ground at their base filled with flowers of all colors. There were pools made of blue tiles, and marble terraces, and lush green lawns. Baba Ayub saw beautifully sculpted hedges and water fountains gurgling in the shade of pomegranate trees. In three lifetimes he could not have imagined a place so beautiful.
魔王拉开帷幔，露出一扇玻璃窗。巴巴·阿尤布透过窗子，看到下面有个巨大的花园。成排的柏树围出了花园的边界，树下的地上开满了五颜六色的鲜花。还有蓝色花砖砌成的水池，大理石的露台，翠绿的草坪。巴巴·阿尤布看见了精心修剪的树篱，在石榴树的树荫下，还有水声潺潺的喷泉。哪怕活上三辈子，他也想像不出这样的仙境。
But what truly brought Baba Ayub to his knees was the sight of children running and playing happily in the garden. They chased one another through the walkways and around trees. They played games of hide-and-seek behind the hedges. Baba Ayub’s eyes searched among the children and at last found what he was looking for. There he was! His son Qais, alive, and more than well. He had grown in height, and his hair was longer than Baba Ayub remembered. He wore a beautiful white shirt over handsome trousers. He laughed happily as he ran after a pair of comrades.
可是让巴巴·阿尤布双膝跪地的，正是孩子们在花园里奔跑、嬉戏的场面。他们在通道上、在大树周围互相追逐，或是躲在树篱后，玩着捉迷藏的游戏。巴巴·阿尤布的目光在孩子们中间搜寻，最后终于发现了要找的人。是他！是他的儿子，卡伊斯，他还活着，而且更加健康。他长高了，头发也比巴巴·阿尤布记忆中的更长。他穿着漂亮的白衬衫，下面是帅气的裤子。他一边快乐地大笑，一边在追两个小朋友。
“Qais,” Baba Ayub whispered, his breath fogging the glass. And then he screamed his son’s name.
“卡伊斯。”巴巴·阿尤布轻声说，他的呼吸给玻璃蒙了一层雾气。随后，他便尖叫起来，喊着儿子的名字。
He cannot hear you, the div said. Nor see you.
他听不到你。魔王说。也看不到你。
Baba Ayub jumped up and down, waving his arms and pounding on the glass, until the div pulled the curtains shut once more.
巴巴·阿尤布上蹿下跳，挥舞着胳膊，捶打着玻璃，直到魔王把帷幔再次拉合。
“I don’t understand,” Baba Ayub said. “I thought…”
“我不明白，”巴巴·阿尤布说，“我本来以为…”
This is your reward, the div said.
这是给你的补偿。魔王说。
“Explain yourself,” Baba Ayub exclaimed.
“什么意思？”巴巴·阿尤布大声问道。
I forced upon you a test.
当年我逼着你接受了一次考验。
“A test?”
“考验？”
A test of your love. It was a harsh challenge, I recognize, and its heavy toll upon you does not escape me. But you passed. This is your reward. And his.
一次爱的考验。一次严酷的挑战，我承认，我没有忘记它给你造成的重创。可是你通过了。这是给你的，也是给他的补偿。
“What if I hadn’t chosen,” cried Baba Ayub. “What if I had refused you your test?”
“如果当初我没有做选择呢？”巴巴·阿尤布叫了起来，“如果我拒绝了你的考验呢？”
Then all your children would have perished, the div said, for they would have been cursed anyway, fathered as they were by a weak man. A coward who would see them all die rather than burden his own conscience. You say you have no courage, but I see it in you. What you did, the burden you agreed to shoulder, took courage. For that, I honor you.
那你所有的孩子都已经死了，魔王说，因为不管怎样他们都已受到了诅咒，因为做他们父亲的是个软弱的男人，一个宁可看着所有儿女死去，也不敢自己背负良心谴责的懦夫。你说你没有勇气，可我看你有。你的所作所为，你同意承担的重负，都需要勇气。就凭这一点，我尊重你。
Baba Ayub weakly drew his scythe, but it slipped from his hand and struck the marble floor with a loud clang. His knees buckled, and he had to sit.
巴巴·阿尤布无力地举起大镰刀，可它从手中滑脱了，咣当一声跌落到大理石地板上。他双膝抖颤，不得不坐下。
Your son does not remember you, the div continued. This is his life now, and you saw for yourself his happiness. He is provided here with the finest food and clothes, with friendship and affection. He receives tutoring in the arts and languages and in the sciences, and in the ways of wisdom and charity. He wants for nothing. Someday, when he is a man, he may choose to leave, and he shall be free to do so. I suspect he will touch many lives with his kindness and bring happiness to those trapped in sorrow.
你儿子不记得你了。魔王接着说。这就是他现在的生活，而你亲眼目睹了他的幸福。在这儿，他有最好的食物，最好的衣服，还有友情和关爱。他接受艺术、语言和科学方面的教育，学习智慧与德行。他别无所需。有朝一日，等他长大成人，他也许会选择离开，到那个时候，他是可以自由选择的。我猜他会用良善去抚触许多生命，给那些陷于悲苦的人们带去幸福。
“I want to see him,” Baba Ayub said. “I want to take him home.”
“我想见他。”巴巴·阿尤布说，“我想带他回家。”
Do you?
真的吗？
Baba Ayub looked up at the div.
巴巴·阿尤布抬起头，看着魔王。
The creature moved to a cabinet that sat near the curtains and removed from one of its drawers an hourglass. Do you know what that is, Abdullah, an hourglass? You do. Good. Well, the div took the hourglass, flipped it over, and placed it at Baba Ayub’s feet.
那怪物走向帷幔旁边的橱柜，从抽屉里取出一个沙漏。你知道那是什么吗，阿卜杜拉？沙漏？你知道。很好。对，魔王拿来沙漏，倒过来，放到巴巴·阿尤布的脚边。
I will allow you to take him home with you, the div said. If you choose to, he can never return here. If you choose not to, you can never return here. When all the sand has poured, I will ask for your decision.
我一定会允许你带他回家。魔王说。如果你选择这样做的话，他将永远不能回到这里。如果你的选择是不，那么你，你将永远不能再到这儿来。沙漏见底的时候，你要告诉我你的决定。
And with that, the div exited the chamber, leaving Baba Ayub with yet another painful choice to make.
说完这些，魔王便走出了房间，留下巴巴·阿尤布来做另一个痛苦的抉择。
I will take him home, Baba Ayub thought immediately. This was what he desired the most, with every fiber of his being. Hadn’t he pictured this in a thousand dreams? To hold little Qais again, to kiss his cheek and feel the softness of his small hands in his own? And yet… If he took him home, what sort of life awaited Qais in Maidan Sabz? The hard life of a peasant at best, like his own, and little more. That is, if Qais didn’t die from the droughts like so many of the village’s children had. Could you forgive yourself, then, Baba Ayub asked himself, knowing that you plucked him, for your own selfish reasons, from a life of luxury and opportunity? On the other hand, if he left Qais behind, how could he bear it, knowing that his boy was alive, to know his whereabouts and yet be forbidden to see him? How could he bear it? Baba Ayub wept. He grew so despondent that he lifted the hourglass and hurled it at the wall, where it crashed into a thousand pieces and its fine sand spilled all over the floor.
我一定要带他回家，这是巴巴·阿尤布的第一个念头，也是他最大的心愿，每条血管都奔流着这个愿望：抱起小卡伊斯，亲着他的小脸蛋，抓着他柔软的小手，他不是成千次地梦到过这一天吗？可是…如果带他回家，回到马伊丹·萨卜兹，那么等待卡伊斯的又是怎样的生活？说得再好，也只是一个农民的苦日子，就像他自己的生活，这还得要卡伊斯别像村里那么多孩子一样死于干旱。巴巴·阿尤布问自己，你明明知道，因为你那些自私的理由，就把他拖离富足而充满机会的生活，那你还能原谅自己吗？可是如果丢下卡伊斯，又该叫他怎样忍受？明明知道儿子还活着，知道他的下落，却不能相见，他怎么受得了这样的煎熬？巴巴·阿尤布哭起来了。他是如此沮丧，竟抓起沙漏，用力掷到墙上。沙漏碎了，碎成了一千片，细沙洒得地板上到处都是。
The div reentered the room and found Baba Ayub standing over the broken glass, his shoulders slumped.
魔王回到屋里，看到巴巴·阿尤布耷拉着肩膀，站在碎裂的玻璃旁。
“You are a cruel beast,” Baba Ayub said.
“你这残忍的畜生。”巴巴·阿尤布说。
When you have lived as long as I have, the div replied, you find that cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same color. Have you made your choice?
如果你活得和我一样长，魔王答道，你就会发现，残忍和仁慈只是一体两面罢了。你做出选择了吗？
Baba Ayub dried his tears, picked up his scythe, and tied it around his waist. He slowly walked toward the door, his head hung low.
巴巴·阿尤布揩干眼泪，拾起镰刀，绑到腰上。他低垂着脑袋，慢慢走向门口。
You are a good father, the div said, as Baba Ayub passed him by.
你是个好父亲。巴巴·阿尤布走过身边的时候，魔王说道。
“Would that you roast in the fires of Hell for what you have done to me,” Baba Ayub said wearily.
“为你对我所做的一切，我但愿你受到地狱之火的灼烧。”巴巴·阿尤布疲倦地说。
He exited the room and was heading down the hallway when the div called after him.
他走出房间，往走廊里去，魔王在身后叫住他。
Take this, the div said. The creature handed Baba Ayub a small glass flask containing a dark liquid. Drink this upon your journey home. Farewell.
拿上这个。魔王说。那怪物递给巴巴·阿尤布一个小玻璃瓶，里面装着一种黑色的液体。回家的路上喝掉它。一路平安。
Baba Ayub took the flask and left without saying another word.
巴巴·阿尤布接过玻璃瓶，一句话也没说便离开了。
Many days later, his wife was sitting at the edge of the family’s field, looking out for him much as Baba Ayub had sat there hoping to see Qais. With each passing day, her hopes for his return diminished. Already people in the village were speaking of Baba Ayub in the past tense. One day she was sitting on the dirt yet again, a prayer playing upon her lips, when she saw a thin figure approaching Maidan Sabz from the direction of the mountains. At first she took him for a lost dervish, a thin man with threadbare rags for clothing, hollow eyes and sunken temples, and it wasn’t until he came closer yet that she recognized her husband. Her heart leapt with joy and she cried out with relief.
很多天以后，他妻子还坐在自家田地的边上等他，就像巴巴·阿尤布当初坐在那儿盼着卡伊斯出现一样。过去这些日子，她对他回家的希望一天天在减少。村子里的人提起巴巴·阿尤布，已经像谈论死人一样了。这一天，她又一次坐到田边，喃喃祷告，忽然看见一个枯瘦的人影，从山那边走近了马伊丹·萨卜兹。一开始，她把他当成了迷路的苦行僧，只见他皮包骨头，衣不蔽体，两眼空空，双颊凹陷，可是不等他走近，她就认出了自己的丈夫。因为欢喜，她的心怦怦直跳，又因为宽慰，她放声大叫。
After he had washed, and after he had been given water to drink and food to eat, Baba Ayub lay in his house as villagers circled around him and asked him question after question.
巴巴·阿尤布洗漱完，喝了水，吃过饭，便躺倒在家中，村民们围在他身边，不停地问这问那。
Where did you go, Baba Ayub?
你去哪儿了，巴巴·阿尤布？
What did you see?
你看见什么了？
What happened to you?
你究竟怎么了？
Baba Ayub couldn’t answer them, because he didn’t recall what had happened to him. He remembered nothing of his voyage, of climbing the div’s mountain, of speaking to the div, of the great palace, or the big room with the curtains. It was as though he had woken from an already forgotten dream. He didn’t remember the secret garden, the children, and, most of all, he didn’t remember seeing his son Qais playing among the trees with his friends. In fact, when someone mentioned Qais’s name, Baba Ayub blinked with puzzlement. Who? he said. He didn’t recall that he had ever had a son named Qais.
巴巴·阿尤布没办法回答，因为他想不起自己的遭遇。怎么长途跋涉，怎么爬魔王的山，怎么对魔王讲话，还有那宏伟的宫殿，挂有帷幔的巨大房间，他统统都记不得了，就像刚从一场已经忘记的梦中醒来。他想不起那秘密的花园，那些孩子，最重要的是，他不记得自己见过儿子卡伊斯曾在树丛中与朋友嬉戏。实际上，有人提起卡伊斯的名字时，巴巴·阿尤布还茫然地眨起了眼。谁？他问。他已经忘了自己有过一个名叫卡伊斯的儿子。
Do you understand, Abdullah, how this was an act of mercy? The potion that erased these memories? It was Baba Ayub’s reward for passing the div’s second test.
你懂吗，阿卜杜拉？要说抹去了这些记忆，那可真是不幸中的万幸啊。这是巴巴·阿尤布得到的补偿，因为他通过了魔王的第二次考验。
That spring, the skies at last broke open over Maidan Sabz. What came down was not the soft drizzle of years past but a great, great rainfall. Fat rain fell from the sky, and the village rose thirstily to meet it. All day, water drummed upon the roofs of Maidan Sabz and drowned all other sound from the world. Heavy, swollen raindrops rolled from the tips of leaves. The wells filled and the river rose. The hills to the east turned green. Wildflowers bloomed, and for the first time in many years children played on grass and cows grazed. Everyone rejoiced.
开春了，马伊丹·萨卜兹的天空终于开裂。这一次落下的可不是过去那样的毛毛细雨，而是瓢泼大雨。豪雨从天空倾泻而下，焦渴的村民抖擞相迎。整整一天，水做的万千鼓槌不停敲击着马伊丹·萨卜兹的片片屋顶，淹没了世界上其他的一切声音。沉重、肥大的雨滴从叶梢滚落。井水满了，河水涨了，东山绿了，野花也开了。多年以来，孩子们头一次有了嬉戏的草地，母牛也第一次啃到了青草。人人欢欣。
When the rains stopped, the village had some work to do. Several mud walls had melted, and a few of the roofs sagged, and entire sections of farmland had turned into swamps. But after the misery of the devastating drought, the people of Maidan Sabz weren’t about to complain. Walls were reerected, roofs repaired, and irrigation canals drained. That fall, Baba Ayub produced the most plentiful crop of pistachios of his life, and, indeed, the year after that, and the one following, his crops increased in both size and quality. In the great cities where he sold his goods, Baba Ayub sat proudly behind pyramids of his pistachios and beamed like the happiest man who walked the earth. No drought ever came to Maidan Sabz again.
雨终于停了，村民们还要忙活一阵。有的土坯墙倒了，有的房顶垮了，农田成了片片泽国。可是，经历了十年的苦难，马伊丹·萨卜兹的人们无意抱怨。墙重新砌起来了，房顶修好了，灌渠疏浚了。当年秋天，巴巴·阿尤布种的开心果取得了这辈子最好的一次收成，其实呢，在第二年，第三年，不论产量还是品相，他的收成都越来越好。巴巴·阿尤布去了大城市搞买卖，坐在他的开心果金字塔后面，脸上洋溢着笑容，仿佛全天下最幸福的汉子。马伊丹·萨卜兹再也没发生过旱灾。
There is little more to say, Abdullah. You may ask, though, did a young handsome man riding a horse ever pass through the village on his way to great adventures? Did he perhaps stop for a drink of water, of which the village had plenty now, and did he sit to break bread with the villagers, perhaps with Baba Ayub himself? I can’t tell you, boy. What I can say is that Baba Ayub grew to be a very old man indeed. I can tell you that he saw his children married, as he had always wished, and I can say that his children bore him many children of their own, every one of whom brought Baba Ayub great happiness.
没有多少可讲的了，阿卜杜拉。不过呢，也许你会问，有没有一个俊俏的青年，在展开伟大历险的途中，骑着马，经过这个村庄？他会不会停下来，在这如今水源丰沛的村子里喝口水？他会不会坐下来和村民们吃顿饭，说不准就在饭桌上遇见巴巴·阿尤布呢？儿子，我没法告诉你。我能说的就是，巴巴·阿尤布确实活得非常久，成了个很老很老的老头子。我可以告诉你，他如愿以偿，看到自己的孩子们都成了家。我还可以告诉你，孩子们又生了好多孩子给他，每一个都给巴巴·阿尤布带来了巨大的快乐。
And I can also tell you that some nights, for no particular reason, Baba Ayub couldn’t sleep. Though he was a very old man now, he still had the use of his legs so long as he held a cane. And so on those sleepless nights he slipped from bed without waking his wife, fetched his cane, and left the house. He walked in the dark, his cane tapping before him, the night breeze stroking his face. There was a flat rock at the edge of his field and he lowered himself upon it. He often sat there for an hour or more, gazing up at the stars, the clouds floating past the moon. He thought about his long life and gave thanks for all the bounty and joy that he had been given. To want more, to wish for yet more, he knew, would be petty. He sighed happily, and listened to the wind sweeping down from the mountains, to the chirping of night birds.
还有啊，我可以告诉你，在有些夜晚，不知道什么原因，巴巴·阿尤布就是睡不着。虽然这个时候他已经非常老了，可是只要拄着拐杖，他那两条腿就仍然派得上用场。所以，每逢睡不着觉的夜晚，他便从床上溜下来，悄悄地，免得把妻子吵醒。他拿上拐杖，走出家门。他在黑夜里行走，拐杖在身前点点戳戳，夜风拂面而来。他的地边上有块平平整整的大石头，他弯下腰坐到上面。他常常来这儿坐一坐，有时一个钟头，有时更久，凝望星空，看流云飘过月亮。他回想自己漫长的一生，感谢所受的恩惠和和喜乐。他懂得，再有更多的索要，更多的欲求，便未免过于厚颜。他幸福地叹了口气，再听山风瑟瑟，夜鸟啁啾。
But every once in a while, he thought he heard another noise among these. It was always the same, the high-pitched jingle of a bell. He didn’t understand why he should hear such a noise, alone in the dark, all the sheep and goats sleeping. Sometimes he told himself he had heard no such thing, and sometimes he was so convinced to the contrary that he called out into the darkness, “Is someone out there? Who is there? Show yourself.” But no reply ever came. Baba Ayub didn’t understand. Just as he didn’t understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.
可是每隔一会儿，他便觉得万籁之中，别有异声。那高亢的声音一成不变，是一只铃儿叮叮当当。所有的绵羊和山羊都在熟睡，他不明白为什么会听到这样的声音，孤孤单单地在黑暗中回响。有时他告诉自己，他并没有听到这声音，可有时他又确信无疑，便向黑暗中叫道：“有人吗？谁在那儿？出来啊。”可是从无应答。巴巴·阿尤布不明白。正如他不明白为什么一听到这铃声，便总有一道波浪，宛如苦梦的尾梢，从他周身横扫而过，每一次都像不期而至的狂风，吹得他心里一惊。可是随后它便过去了，像所有过去的事情一样。它过去了。
So there it is, boy. That’s the end of it. I have nothing more to say. And now it really is late and I am tired, and your sister and I have to wake at dawn. So blow out your candle. Lay your head down and close your eyes. Sleep well, boy. We’ll say our good-byes in the morning.
就是这样了，儿子。这就是故事的结局。我再没什么可讲的了。现在真的很晚了，我也累了，你妹妹和我天一亮就得起床。所以把你的蜡烛吹熄，脑袋放平，闭上眼睛。好好睡，儿子。咱们早晨再说再见。
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