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Revenge (The Second)
Lu Xun, Dec 20, 1924
Translation by Huiwen Zhang, Nov 15, 2014
1 Because he believed himself the Son
of God, the King of Israel, therefore went he to nail upon the cross.
2 Soldiers clothed him in a purple
robe, put on him a crown of thorns, saluting him; they took a reed to beat his
head, spat at him, kneeled to worship him; after they had mocked him, they
stripped him of the purple robe, put on him his own clothes.
3 Behold, they are beating his head,
spitting at him, worshiping him…
4 He was unwilling to drink the
myrrh-medicated wine, yearning to taste with discernment how the men of Israel
treat their Son of God, and, for a relative eternity, to pity their future yet hate
their present.
5 All around is hostility—all
pitiable, all damnable.
6 Ping! Ping! Tip of nail pierces center of palm; they are about to nail to
death their Son of God. Pitiable
men—woe… renders his pain tender.
Ping! Ping! Tip of nail pierces sole of foot, shattering
a piece of bone, and anguish penetrates heart and marrow. Yet they themselves are nailing to death
their Son of God. Damnable men—woe… this
renders his pain blissful.
7 The cross arose; he was suspended
in the void.
8 He did not drink the
myrrh-medicated wine, yearning to taste with discernment how the men of Israel
treat their Son of God, and, for a relative eternity, to pity their future yet
hate their present.
9 All the passing men abused him, elder
priests and scholars also mocked him, the two robbers who were nailed with him likewise
ridiculed him.
10 Behold, those who are nailed with
him …
11 All around is hostility—all
pitiable, all damnable.
12 He, in the anguish of hands and
feet, tastes the sorrow of the pitiable men who nail to death the Son of God
and the joy of the damnable men who yearn to nail to death the Son of God,
while the Son of God is about to be nailed to death. Suddenly, the agony of the shattered bone
penetrates heart and marrow—he sinks, intoxicated, in euphoria and compassion.
13 His stomach swirls: swirls of the
anguish of pity and damnation.
14 Over all the earth, darkness.
15 “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?!” (Translated,
it is: My Lord, why have you forsaken me?!)
16 The Lord has forsaken him; he in
the end is a son of man. Yet the men of Israel nailed to death even
the “son of man.”
17 The
bodies of men who nailed to death son-of-man compared to those who nailed to
death Son-of-God are particularly blood-stained, blood-reeking.
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