悉达多小时候 名著精读:《悉达多》-儿子(1)

名著精读:《悉达多》-儿子(1)  

THE SON
Timid and weeping
the boy had attended his mother's funeral; gloomy and shy
he had listened to Siddhartha
who greeted him as his son and weled him at his place in Vasudeva's hut. Pale
he sat for many days by the hill of the dead
did not want to eat
gave no open look
did not open his heart
met his fate with resistance and denial.
Siddhartha spared him and let him do as he pleased
he honoured his mourning. Siddhartha understood that his son did not know him
that he could not love him like a father. Slowly
he also saw and understood that the eleven-year-old was a pampered boy
a mother's boy
and that he had grown up in the habits of Rich people
accustomed to finer food
to a soft bed
accustomed to giving orders to servants. Siddhartha understood that the mourning
pampered child could not suddenly and willingly be content with a life among strangers and in poverty. He did not force him
he did many a chore for him
always picked the best piece of the meal for him. Slowly
he hoped to win him over
by friendly patience.
Rich and happy
he had called himself
when the boy had e to him. Since time had passed on in the meantime
and the boy remained a stranger and in a gloomy disposition
since he displayed a proud and stubbornly disobedient heart
did not want to do any work
did not pay his respect to the old men
stole from Vasudeva's fruit-trees
then Siddhartha began to understand that his son had not brought him happiness and peace
but suffering and worry. But he loved him
and he preferred the suffering and worries of love over happiness and joy without the boy.