悉达多悟到了什么 名著精读:《悉达多》-轮回(1)

名著精读:《悉达多》-轮回(1)  

SANSARA
For a long time
Siddhartha had lived the life of the world and of lust
though without being a part of it. His senses
which he had killed off in hot years as a Samana
had awoken again
he had tasted riches
had tasted lust
had tasted power; nevertheless he had still remained in his heart for a long time a Samana; Kamala
being smart
had realized this quite right. It was still the art of thinking
of waiting
of fasting
which guided his life; still the people of the world
the childlike people
had remained alien to him as he was alien to them.
Years passed by; surrounded by the good life
Siddhartha hardly felt them fading away. He had bee rich
for quite a while he possessed a house of his own and his own servants
and a garden before the city by the river. The people liked him
they came to him
whenever they needed money or advice
but there was nobody close to him
except Kamala.
That high
bright state of being awake
which he had experienced that one time at the height of his youth
in those days after Gotama's sermon
after the separation from Govinda
that tense expectation
that proud state of standing alone without teachings and without teachers
that supple willingness to listen to the divine voice in his own heart
had slowly bee a memory
had been fleeting; distant and quiet
the holy source murmured
which used to be near
which used to murmur within himself. Nevertheless
many things he had learned from the Samanas
he had learned from Gotama
he had learned from his father the Brahman
had remained within him for a long time afterwards: moderate living
joy of thinking
hours of meditation
secret knowledge of the self
of his eternal entity
which is neither body nor consciousness. Many a part of this he still had
but one part after another had been submerged and had gathered dust. Just as a potter's wheel
once it has been set in motion
will keep on turning for a long time and only slowly lose its vigour and e to a stop
thus Siddhartha's soul had kept on turning the wheel of asceticism
the wheel of thinking
the wheel of differentiation for a long time
still turning
but it turned slowly and hesitantly and was close to ing to a standstill. Slowly
like humidity entering the dying stem of a tree
filling it slowly and making it rot
the world and sloth had entered Siddhartha's soul
slowly it filled his soul
made it heavy
made it tired
put it to sleep. On the other hand
his senses had bee alive
there was much they had learned
much they had experienced.