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名著精读:《悉达多》-船夫(2)

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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."席特哈尔塔笑了:“我今天已经因为这身衣服惹人注意过,让人猜疑过了。船夫呀,你是否愿意要我这身惹麻烦的衣服?因为你要知道,我没钱付你摆渡费呢。”
"You're joking, sir," the ferryman laughed.“先生是在开玩笑吧。”船夫笑道。
"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."“我没有开玩笑,朋友。你瞧,你曾用你的船送我渡了一次河,没收钱。今天也还是照样吧,请收下我的衣服。”
"And do you, sir, intent to continue travelling without clothes?"“先生莫非要不穿衣服继续赶路?”
"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."“啊,我现在最希望的是根本不用再赶路。船夫呀,最好你能给我一件旧围裙,收我做你的助手,更确切地说是做你的徒弟,因为我得先学会撑船才行。”
For a long time, the ferryman looked at the stranger, searching.船夫久久地探询地注视着这个陌生人。
"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 twenty 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."“现在我认出你来了。”他终于说道,“你在我的茅屋里睡过觉,那已经很久了,大概有二十多年了吧。当年我把你渡过河,然后咱们就像好朋友一样分手了。那时你不是沙门吗?你的名字我实在想不起来了。”
"My name is Siddhartha, and I was a Samana, when you've last seen me."“我叫席特哈尔塔。上次你见到我时我确实是个沙门。”
"So be welcome, 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 coming from and why these beautiful clothes are such a nuisance to you."“那么我欢迎你,席特哈尔塔。我叫瓦苏代瓦。我希望你今天还是做我的客人,睡在我的茅屋里,给我讲讲你从哪儿来,你的华丽衣服为什么成了你的累赘。”
They had reached the middle of the river, and Vasudeva pushed the oar with more strength, in order to overcome 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.他们已来到河中心,瓦苏代瓦加紧划桨,逆水前进。他用有力的胳臂平静地工作着,目光盯着船头。席特哈尔塔坐着看他,忆起当年他做沙门的最后一天,他心中就曾对此人产生过热爱。他感激地接受了瓦苏代瓦的邀请。靠岸后,他帮船夫把小船在木桩上系好。然后,船夫请他走进茅屋,给他端来面包和水,席特哈尔塔吃得津津有味,而且还吃了瓦苏代瓦款待他的水果。
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.后来,日落时分,他们俩坐在岸边一棵树的树干上,席特哈尔塔给船夫讲自己的出身和生活,那些绝望时刻的情景就像今天一样历历在目。他一直讲到夜深。
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.瓦苏代瓦全神贯注地听着。他仔细地倾听一切,出身和童年,所有的学习,所有的探索,所有的欢乐,所有的痛苦。善于倾听正是瓦苏代瓦的重要美德之一,能像他这样倾听的人不多。他并没有说一句话,讲述者就感觉到他把话全都听进去了。他安静、坦诚和期待地听着,一字不漏,没有丝毫的不耐烦,也不作褒贬,只是倾听。席特哈尔塔感到,能向这样一位倾听者诉说自己的生活、自己的探索和自己的烦恼,实在是一件幸事。
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 twice the attention, entirely and completely absorbed by it, with his eyes closed.当席特哈尔塔快讲到结尾时,他讲到河边那棵树,讲到自己的潦倒落魄,讲到那神圣的“唵”,以及他如何在睡了一觉之后对河水深感热爱。这时,船夫听得更是加倍专心了,他全神贯注地闭着眼睛听。

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 twenty 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 welcome, 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 coming 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 overcome 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 twice the attention, entirely and completely absorbed by it, with his eyes closed.


席特哈尔塔笑了:“我今天已经因为这身衣服惹人注意过,让人猜疑过了。船夫呀,你是否愿意要我这身惹麻烦的衣服?因为你要知道,我没钱付你摆渡费呢。”
“先生是在开玩笑吧。”船夫笑道。
“我没有开玩笑,朋友。你瞧,你曾用你的船送我渡了一次河,没收钱。今天也还是照样吧,请收下我的衣服。”
“先生莫非要不穿衣服继续赶路?”
“啊,我现在最希望的是根本不用再赶路。船夫呀,最好你能给我一件旧围裙,收我做你的助手,更确切地说是做你的徒弟,因为我得先学会撑船才行。”
船夫久久地探询地注视着这个陌生人。
“现在我认出你来了。”他终于说道,“你在我的茅屋里睡过觉,那已经很久了,大概有二十多年了吧。当年我把你渡过河,然后咱们就像好朋友一样分手了。那时你不是沙门吗?你的名字我实在想不起来了。”
“我叫席特哈尔塔。上次你见到我时我确实是个沙门。”
“那么我欢迎你,席特哈尔塔。我叫瓦苏代瓦。我希望你今天还是做我的客人,睡在我的茅屋里,给我讲讲你从哪儿来,你的华丽衣服为什么成了你的累赘。”
他们已来到河中心,瓦苏代瓦加紧划桨,逆水前进。他用有力的胳臂平静地工作着,目光盯着船头。席特哈尔塔坐着看他,忆起当年他做沙门的最后一天,他心中就曾对此人产生过热爱。他感激地接受了瓦苏代瓦的邀请。靠岸后,他帮船夫把小船在木桩上系好。然后,船夫请他走进茅屋,给他端来面包和水,席特哈尔塔吃得津津有味,而且还吃了瓦苏代瓦款待他的水果。
后来,日落时分,他们俩坐在岸边一棵树的树干上,席特哈尔塔给船夫讲自己的出身和生活,那些绝望时刻的情景就像今天一样历历在目。他一直讲到夜深。
瓦苏代瓦全神贯注地听着。他仔细地倾听一切,出身和童年,所有的学习,所有的探索,所有的欢乐,所有的痛苦。善于倾听正是瓦苏代瓦的重要美德之一,能像他这样倾听的人不多。他并没有说一句话,讲述者就感觉到他把话全都听进去了。他安静、坦诚和期待地听着,一字不漏,没有丝毫的不耐烦,也不作褒贬,只是倾听。席特哈尔塔感到,能向这样一位倾听者诉说自己的生活、自己的探索和自己的烦恼,实在是一件幸事。
当席特哈尔塔快讲到结尾时,他讲到河边那棵树,讲到自己的潦倒落魄,讲到那神圣的“唵”,以及他如何在睡了一觉之后对河水深感热爱。这时,船夫听得更是加倍专心了,他全神贯注地闭着眼睛听。
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