悉达多悟到了什么 名著精读:《悉达多》卡玛拉(3)

名著精读:《悉达多》卡玛拉(3)  

Before the city
in a beautifully fenced grove
the traveller came across a small group of servants
both male and female
carrying baskets. In their midst
carried by four servants in an ornamental sedan-chair
sat a woman
the mistress
on red pillows under a colourful canopy. Siddhartha stopped at the entrance to the pleasure-garden and watched the parade
saw the servants
the maids
the baskets
saw the sedan-chair and saw the lady in it. Under black hair
which made to tower high on her head
he saw a very fair
very delicate
very smart face
a brightly red mouth
like a freshly cracked fig
eyebrows which were well tended and painted in a high arch
smart and watchful dark eyes
a clear
tall neck rising from a green and golden garment
resting fair hands
long and thin
with wide golden bracelets over the wrists.
Siddhartha saw how beautiful she was
and his heart rejoiced. He bowed deeply
when the sedan-chair came closer
and straightening up again
he looked at the fair
charming face
read for a moment in the smart eyes with the high arcs above
breathed in a slight fragrant
he did not know. With a smile
the beautiful women nodded for a moment and disappeared into the grove
and then the servant as well.
Thus I am entering this city
Siddhartha thought
with a charming omen. He instantly felt drawn into the grove
but he thought about it
and only now he became aware of how the servants and maids had looked at him at the entrance
how despicable
how distrustful
how rejecting.
I am still a Samana
he thought
I am still an ascetic and beggar. I must not remain like this
I will not be able to enter the grove like this. And he laughed.
The next person who came along this path he asked about the grove and for the name of the woman
and was told that this was the grove of Kamala
the famous courtesan
and that
aside from the grove
she owned a house in the city.
Then
he entered the city. Now he had a goal.
Pursuing his goal
he allowed the city to suck him in
drifted through the flow of the streets
stood still on the squares
rested on the stairs of stone by the river. When the evening came
he made friends with barber's assistant
whom he had seen working in the shade of an arch in a building
whom he found again praying in a temple of Vishnu
whom he told about stories of Vishnu and the Lakshmi. Among the boats by the river
he slept this night
and early in the morning
before the first customers came into his shop
he had the barber's assistant shave his beard and cut his hair
b his hair and anoint it with fine oil. Then he went to take his bath in the river.
When late in the afternoon
beautiful Kamala approached her grove in her sedan-chair
Siddhartha was standing at the entrance
made a bow and received the courtesan's greeting. But that servant who walked at the very end of her train he motioned to him and asked him to inform his mistress that a young Brahman would wish to talk to her. After a while
the servant returned
asked him
who had been waiting
to follow him conducted him
who was following him
without a word into a pavilion
where Kamala was lying on a couch
and left him alone with her.
"Weren't you already standing out there yesterday
greeting me?" asked Kamala.
"It's true that I've already seen and greeted you yesterday."
"But didn't you yesterday wear a beard
and long hair
and dust in your hair?"
"You have observed well
you have seen everything. You have seen Siddhartha
the son of a Brahman
who has left his home to bee a Samana
and who has been a Samana for three years. But now
I have left that path and came into this city
and the first one I met
even before I had entered the city
was you. To say this
I have e to you
oh Kamala! You are the first woman whom Siddhartha is not addressing with his eyes turned to the ground. Never again I want to turn my eyes to the ground
when I'm ing across a beautiful woman."
Kamala smiled and played with her fan of peacocks' feathers. And asked: "And only to tell me this
Siddhartha has e to me?"
"To tell you this and to thank you for being so beautiful. And if it doesn't displease you
Kamala
I would like to ask you to be my friend and teacher
for I know nothing yet of that art which you have mastered in the highest degree."
At this
Kamala laughed aloud.