By this river I want to stay, thought Siddhartha, it is the same which I have crossed a long time ago on my way to the childlike people, a friendly ferryman had guided me then, he is the one I want to go to, starting out from his hut, my path had led me at that time into a new life, which had now grown old and is dead--my present path, my present new life, shall also take its start there! 席特哈尔塔心想，我要留在这河边，当年我在投奔那些孩子般的俗人路上渡过的就是这条河，一位亲切友好的船夫渡我过了河，现在我要去找他。离开他的茅屋之后我曾步入了一种新生活，而现在那生活已经陈旧衰亡了——但愿我现时的路、现时的新年生活能从那儿开始！ Tenderly, he looked into the rushing water, into the transparent green, into the crystal lines of its drawing, so rich in secrets. Bright pearls he saw rising from the deep, quiet bubbles of air floating on the reflecting surface, the blue of the sky being depicted in it. With a thousand eyes, the river looked at him, with green ones, with white ones, with crystal ones, with sky-blue ones. How did he love this water, how did it delight him, how grateful was he to it! In his heart he heard the voice talking, which was newly awaking, and it told him: Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many other things, many secrets, all secrets. 他深情地注视着奔腾的河水，注视着这一片清澈的碧绿，注视着这幅充满神秘的画面的透明线条。他看见从水底深处冒起明亮的珠串，平静的气泡飘浮在光洁如镜的水面上，湛蓝的天空倒映在水中。河水正用千万双眼睛盯着他，有绿色的、白色的、透明的，还有天蓝色的。他多么爱这条河呀！河水使得他心旷神怡，他多么感激它呀！他听见心里有个声音在说话，一个新觉醒的声音对他说：爱这条河吧！留在它这儿吧！向它学习吧！噢，是的，他愿意向它学，他愿意倾听它的声音。谁若是了解这条河及其秘密，他觉得，也就会懂得其他许多东西，许多秘密，所有秘密。 But out of all secrets of the river, he today only saw one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this, understand this! He understood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices. 但今天，他只看到了这条河的许多秘密之中一个最扣人心弦的秘密。他看到：河水流啊流，永不停息，却又总是在这里，永远是原样，但它又每时每记得都是新的！哦，有谁能了解这点、懂得这点呢！他不懂得不了解这一点，只是感觉到激起了联想，遥远的回忆，美妙的声音。 Siddhartha rose, the workings of hunger in his body became unbearable. In a daze he walked on, up the path by the bank, upriver, listened to the current, listened to the rumbling hunger in his body. 席特哈尔塔站起身，饥饿已使他无法忍受。他动情地沿着岸边的小路漫步走去，迎着河水，倾听着流水声，倾听着腹内的饥肠辘辘声。 When he reached the ferry, the boat was just ready, and the same ferryman who had once transported the young Samana across the river, stood in the boat, Siddhartha recognised him, he had also aged very much. 他来到渡口，小船正泊在原处，依然是当年那个渡过他过河的船夫站在船里。席特哈尔塔认出了他，他也显老了很多。 "Would you like to ferry me over?" he asked. “你愿意渡我过河么？”他问。 The ferryman, being astonished to see such an elegant man walking along and on foot, took him into his boat and pushed it off the bank. 船夫见一以一个如此高贵的人竟独自步行前来，很惊奇，把他接上船撑离了岸边。 "It's a beautiful life you have chosen for yourself," the passenger spoke. "It must be beautiful to live by this water every day and to cruise on it." “你选择了一种美好的生活。”客人说，“每天在这河边生活，在这河面上行船，一定十分美好。” With a smile, the man at the oar moved from side to side: "It is beautiful, sir, it is as you say. But isn't every life, isn't every work beautiful?" 船夫微笑地晃动着身子说：“是很美，先生，正像你说的那样。可是，每一种生活，每一种工作，不都是很美好吗？” "This may be true. But I envy you for yours." “也许是吧，但我还是很羡慕你这个行当。” "Ah, you would soon stop enjoying it. This is nothing for people wearing fine clothes." “啊，你很快就会没兴趣的。这可不是衣着华丽的人干的活儿。”