悉达多悟到了什么 名著精读:《悉达多》-轮回(3)

名著精读:《悉达多》-轮回(3)  

Siddhartha
slowly
getting a bit denser every day
a bit murkier every month
a bit heavier every year. As a new dress bees old in time
loses its beautiful colour in time
gets stains
gets wrinkles
gets worn off at the seams
and starts to show threadbare spots here and there
thus Siddhartha's new life
which he had started after his separation from Govinda
had grown old
lost colour and splendour as the years passed by
was gathering wrinkles and stains
and hidden at bottom
already showing its ugliness here and there
disappointment and disgust were waiting. Siddhartha did not notice it. He only noticed that this bright and reliable voice inside of him
which had awoken in him at that time and had ever guided him in his best times
had bee silent.

He had been captured by the world
by lust
covetousness
sloth
and finally also by that vice which he had used to despise and mock the most as the most foolish one of all vices: greed. Property
possessions
and riches also had finally captured him; they were no longer a game and trifles to him
had bee a shackle and a burden. On a strange and devious way
Siddhartha had gotten into this final and most base of all dependencies
by means of the game of dice. It was since that time
when he had stopped being a Samana in his heart
that Siddhartha began to play the game for money and precious things
which he at other times only joined with a smile and casually as a custom of the childlike people
with an increasing rage and passion.