悉达多讲的什么 名著精读:《悉达多》-船伕(1)

名著精读:《悉达多》-船伕(1)  

By this river I want to stay
thought Siddhartha
it is the same which I have crossed a long time ago on my way to the childlike people
a friendly ferryman had guided me then
he is the one I want to go to
starting out from his hut
my path had led me at that time into a new life
which had now grown old and is dead--my present path
my present new life
shall also take its start there!
Tenderly
he looked into the rushing water
into the transparent green
into the crystal lines of its drawing
so rich in secrets. Bright pearls he saw rising from the deep
quiet bubbles of air floating on the reflecting surface
the blue of the sky being depicted in it. With a thousand eyes
the river looked at him
with green ones
with white ones
with crystal ones
with sky-blue ones. How did he love this water
how did it delight him
how grateful was he to it! In his heart he heard the voice talking
which was newly awaking
and it told him: Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes
he wanted to learn from it
he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this water and its secrets
so it seemed to him
would also understand many other things
many secrets
all secrets.
But out of all secrets of the river
he today only saw one
this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran
incessantly it ran
and was nevertheless always there
was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this
understand this! He understood and grasped it not
only felt some idea of it stirring
a distant memory
divine voices.
Siddhartha rose
the workings of hunger in his body became unbearable. In a daze he walked on
up the path by the bank
upriver
listened to the current
listened to the rumbling hunger in his body.
When he reached the ferry
the boat was just ready
and the same ferryman who had once transported the young Samana across the river
stood in the boat
Siddhartha recognised him
he had also aged very much.
"Would you like to ferry me over?" he asked.
The ferryman
being astonished to see such an elegant man walking along and on foot
took him into his boat and pushed it off the bank.
"It's a beautiful life you have chosen for yourself
" the passenger spoke. "It must be beautiful to live by this water every day and to cruise on it."
With a smile
the man at the oar moved from side to side: "It is beautiful
sir
it is as you say. But isn't every life
isn't every work beautiful?"
"This may be true. But I envy you for yours."
"Ah
you would soon stop enjoying it. This is nothing for people wearing fine clothes."