He also put an end to this, this also died in him. He rose, bid his farewell to the mango-tree, his farewell to the pleasure-garden. Since he had been without food this day, he felt strong hunger, and thought of his house in the city, of his chamber and bed, of the table with the meals on it. He smiled tiredly, shook himself, and bid his farewell to these things. 就连这他也要彻底了结，就连这也在他心中死去了。他站起来，向芒果树告别，向大花园告别。因为他一整天没有进食，他感到饥肠辘辘，想起自己在城里的住宅，想起自己的卧室和床铺，想起摆满了佳肴的餐桌。他疲乏地笑笑，摇摇头，告别了这些东西。 In the same hour of the night, Siddhartha left his garden, left the city, and never came back. For a long time, Kamaswami had people look for him, thinking that he had fallen into the hands of robbers. Kamala had no one look for him. When she was told that Siddhartha had disappeared, she was not astonished. Did she not always expect it? Was he not a Samana, a man who was at home nowhere, a pilgrim? And most of all, she had felt this the last time they had been together, and she was happy, in spite of all the pain of the loss, that she had pulled him so affectionately to her heart for this last time, that she had felt one more time to be so completely possessed and penetrated by him. 就在当天夜里，席特哈尔塔离开了他的花园，离开了这座城市，再也没有回去。卡马斯瓦密派人找了他很久，以为他落入了强盗之手。卡玛拉没有让人找他。她得知席特哈尔塔失踪时并没有惊讶。她不是一直在盼着这个消息么？原来他不就是一个沙门，一个无家可归的人，一个朝圣者么？在最后那次欢聚时她感受得尤为深刻。她在失败的痛楚中寻欢作乐，最后一次把他紧紧地贴在心口上，再一次感到自己被他完全占有了。 When she received the first news of Siddhartha's disappearance, she went to the window, where she held a rare singing bird captive in a golden cage. She opened the door of the cage, took the bird out and let it fly. For a long time, she gazed after it, the flying bird. From this day on, she received no more visitors and kept her house locked. But after some time, she became aware that she was pregnant from the last time she was together with Siddhartha. 当她得知席特哈尔塔失踪的第一个消息时，她走到窗前，走到羊着一只罕见的小啼鸟的金鸟笼前。她打开笼门，取出小鸟，放它飞走。她久久地目送着那只高翔的鸟儿远去。从这天起，她不再接待客人，关闭了自己的住房。过了一段时间后她意外地发觉，跟席特哈尔塔的最后一次欢聚竟使她怀了孕。