悉达多悟到了什么 名著精读:《悉达多》-船伕(2)

名著精读:《悉达多》-船伕(2)  

Siddhartha laughed. "Once before
I have been looked upon today because of my clothes
I have been looked upon with distrust. Wouldn't you
ferryman
like to accept these clothes
which are a nuisance to me
from me? For you must know
I have no money to pay your fare."
"You're joking
sir
" the ferryman laughed.
"I'm not joking
friend. Behold
once before you have ferried me across this water in your boat for the immaterial reward of a good deed. Thus
do it today as well
and accept my clothes for it."
"And do you
sir
intent to continue travelling without clothes?"
"Ah
most of all I wouldn't want to continue travelling at all. Most of all I would like you
ferryman
to give me an old loincloth and kept me with you as your assistant
or rather as your trainee
for I'll have to learn first how to handle the boat."
For a long time
the ferryman looked at the stranger
searching.
"Now I recognise you
" he finally said. "At one time
you've slept in my hut
this was a long time ago
possibly more than enty years ago
and you've been ferried across the river by me
and we parted like good friends. Haven't you've been a Samana? I can't think of your name any more."
"My name is Siddhartha
and I was a Samana
when you've last seen me."
"So be wele
Siddhartha. My name is Vasudeva." You will
so I hope
be my guest today as well and sleep in my hut
and tell me
where you're ing from and why these beautiful clothes are such a nuisance to you."
They had reached the middle of the river
and Vasudeva pushed the oar with more strength
in order to overe the current. He worked calmly
his eyes fixed in on the front of the boat
with brawny arms. Siddhartha sat and watched him
and remembered
how once before
on that last day of his time as a Samana
love for this man had stirred in his heart. Gratefully
he accepted Vasudeva's invitation. When they had reached the bank
he helped him to tie the boat to the stakes; after this
the ferryman asked him to enter the hut
offered him bread and water
and Siddhartha ate with eager pleasure
and also ate with eager pleasure of the mango fruits
Vasudeva offered him.
Afterwards
it was almost the time of the sunset
they sat on a log by the bank
and Siddhartha told the ferryman about where he originally came from and about his life
as he had seen it before his eyes today
in that hour of despair. Until late at night
lasted his tale.
Vasudeva listened with great attention. Listening carefully
he let everything enter his mind
birthplace and childhood
all that learning
all that searching
all joy
all distress. This was among the ferryman's virtues one of the greatest: like only a few
he knew how to listen. Without him having spoken a word
the speaker sensed how Vasudeva let his words enter his mind
quiet
open
waiting
how he did not lose a single one
awaited not a single one with impatience
did not add his praise or rebuke
was just listening. Siddhartha felt
what a happy fortune it is
to confess to such a listener
to burry in his heart his own life
his own search
his own suffering.
But in the end of Siddhartha's tale
when he spoke of the tree by the river
and of his deep fall
of the holy Om
and how he had felt such a love for the river after his slumber
the ferryman listened with ice the attention
entirely and pletely absorbed by it
with his eyes closed.