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1946年诺贝尔文学奖得主赫尔曼.黑塞最美丽的“流浪者之歌”
流浪者的双足宛如鲜花，他的灵魂成长，终得正果，
浪迹天涯的疲惫洗去他的罪恶，那么，流浪去吧！
---《婆罗门书》
引子:
他举止美雅，为所有的人所爱，使所有的人快乐，而他的心中却没有快乐。梦境和不安宁的思绪从流动的河水，从夜晚闪烁的群星，从太阳的光芒中不断向他袭来。
But more than all the others he was loved by Govinda, his friend, the son of a Brahman. He loved Siddhartha's eye and sweet voice, he loved his walk and the perfect decency of his movements, he loved everything Siddhartha did and said and what he loved most was his spirit, his transcendent, fiery thoughts, his ardent will, his high calling. Govinda knew: he would not become a common Brahman, not a lazy official in charge of offerings; not a greedy merchant with magic spells; not a vain, vacuous speaker; not a mean, deceitful priest; and also not a decent, stupid sheep in the herd of the many. No, and he, Govinda, as well did not want to become one of those, not one of those tens of thousands of Brahmans. He wanted to follow Siddhartha, the beloved, the splendid. And in days to come, when Siddhartha would become a god, when he would join the glorious, then Govinda wanted to follow him as his friend, his companion, his servant, his spear-carrier, his shadow.
他的朋友侨文达，另一位婆罗门之子，对他的敬爱超过了其他任何人。他爱悉达多的眼光与和蔼的嗓音；他爱他走路的姿态与行动的完美文雅；他爱悉达多的一切所言所行，然而他最爱他的精神、他那高尚而热切的思想、他炽热的意志和崇高的使命。侨文达知道，悉达多决不会成为一个平庸的婆罗门，一个懒惰的献祭官，一个贪婪的咒语贩子，一个傲慢无知的雄辩家，或仅仅是羊群中愚蠢善良的一员。而他，侨文达，也不想成为任何一类这样的人，不想成为成千上万庸庸碌碌的婆罗门中的一个。他要追随人所爱戴的杰出的悉达多。如果悉达多将会成为一位神，如果他将进入大光明界，那么侨文达将要跟从他，作为他的朋友、他的伙伴、他的仆人、他的卫士和他的影子。
Siddhartha was thus loved by everyone. He was a source of joy for everybody, he was a delight for them all.
就这样，所有的人都热爱着悉达多，而他也使所有的人喜悦和快乐。
But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself, he found no delight in himself. Walking the rosy paths of the fig tree garden, sitting in the bluish shade of the grove of contemplation, washing his limbs daily in the bath of repentance, sacrificing in the dim shade of the mango forest, his gestures of perfect decency, everyone's love and joy, he still lacked all joy in his heart. Dreams and restless thoughts came into his mind, flowing from the water of the river, sparkling from the stars of the night, melting from the beams of the sun, dreams came to him and a restlessness of the soul, fuming from the sacrifices, breathing forth from the verses of the Rig-Veda, being infused into him, drop by drop, from the teachings of the old Brahmans.
但是悉达多却无法令自己喜悦快乐，他漫步在无花果园中的玫瑰小径，在林中蓝黝黝的树荫下静思，每日在赎罪池中洗浴自己的肢体，在芒果林的浓荫深处参加祭礼，他举止美雅，为所有的人所爱，使所有的人快乐，而他的心中却没有快乐。梦境和不安宁的思绪从流动的河水，从夜晚闪烁的群星，从太阳的光芒中不断向他袭来。迷惑与灵魂的躁动随着祭祀的烟火升起，在《梨具吠陀》的诗句中迷漫，在婆罗门长者的教义中骚动。
