名著精读:《悉达多》 儿子(3)

Vasudeva's smile flourished more warmly. "Oh yes, he too is called upon, he too is of the eternal life. But do we, you and me, know what he is called upon to do, what path to take, what actions to perform, what pain to endure? Not a small one, his pain will be; after all, his heart is proud and hard, people like this have to suffer a lot, err a lot, do much injustice, burden themselves with much sin. Tell me, my dear: you're not taking control of your son's upBringing? You don't force him? You don't beat him? You don't punish him?"
"No, Vasudeva, I don't do anything of this."
"I knew it. You don't force him, don't beat him, don't give him orders, because you know that "soft" is stronger than "hard", Water stronger than rocks, love stronger than force. Very good, I praise you. But aren't you mistaken in thinking that you wouldn't force him, wouldn't punish him? Don't you shackle him with your love? Don't you make him feel inferior every day, and don't you make it even harder on him with your kindness and patience? Don't you force him, the arrogant and pampered boy, to live in a hut with two old banana-eaters, to whom even rice is a delicacy, whose thoughts can't be his, whose hearts are old and quiet and beats in a different pace than his? Isn't forced, isn't he punished by all this?"
Troubled, Siddhartha looked to the ground. Quietly, he asked: "What do you think should I do?"
Quoth Vasudeva: "Bring him into the city, bring him into his mother's house, there'll still be servants around, give him to them. And when there aren't any around any more, bring him to a teacher, not for the teachings' sake, but so that he shall be among other boys, and among girls, and in the world which is his own. Have you never thought of this?"

瓦苏代瓦的笑容更加温和了。“哦，是的，他也是应召而来的。他也属于永恒的生命。可是我们，你和我，知道他的使命是什么吗？他该走什么路，该做什么事，该受什么苦？他的痛苦小不了，他的心高傲而坚硬，这种人会吃很多苦，走很多弯路，做很多错事，担很多罪孽。告诉我吧，亲爱的：你不调教你的儿子吧？你不强迫他吧？你不打他吧？你不责罚他吧？”
“不，瓦苏代瓦，这些我都不会去干。”
“我知道。你不强迫他，不打他，不命令他，因为你知道柔能克刚。水胜过岩石。。爱心胜过暴力。很好，我赞美你。可是，你主张不强迫他，不责罚他，这难道不是你的一个失误么？这岂不是用爱心来捆绑他么？这岂不是每天都在用好心和耐心来减压他，使得他更加苦恼么？你难道没有强迫他，这个高傲和娇惯的孩子，强迫他跟两个老人挤住在一间茅屋里？两个老人把米饭当作美食，他们的想法不可能跟他一样，他们的心衰老而平静，连走路的姿势都跟也不同。难道这一切还不是对他的强迫，还不是对他的责罚吗？”
席特哈尔塔感到震惊地望着地面。他小声问：“你说我该做什么呢？”
瓦苏代瓦说：“送他回城去，送他回他母亲的房子去吧，那儿还会有朴人，把他交给他们吧。要是那儿没人了，就给他找个教师，不是为了让他受教育，而是让他跟其他男孩、女孩在一起，回到他的世界中去。这些难道你从来没想过么？”