名著精读:《悉达多》 船夫(7)

On one of these days, when so many went on a pilgrimage to the dying Buddha, Kamala also went to him, who used to be the most beautiful of the courtesans. A long time ago, she had retired from her previous life, had given her garden to the monks of Gotama as a gift, had taken her refuge in the teachings, was among the friends and benefactors of the pilgrims. Together with Siddhartha the boy, her son, she had gone on her way due to the news of the near death of Gotama, in simple clothes, on foot. With her little son, she was travelling by the river; but the boy had soon grown tired, desired to go back home, desired to rest, desired to eat, became disobedient and started whining.
Kamala often had to take a rest with him, he was accustomed to having his way against her, she had to feed him, had to comfort him, had to scold him. He did not comprehend why he had to to go on this exhausting and sad pilgrimage with his mother, to an unknown place, to a stranger, who was holy and about to die. So what if he died, how did this concern the boy?
The pilgrims were getting close to Vasudeva's ferry, when little Siddhartha once again forced his mother to rest. She, Kamala herself, had also become tired, and while the boy was chewing a banana, she crouched down on the ground, closed her eyes a bit, and rested. But suddenly, she uttered a wailing scream, the boy looked at her in fear and saw her face having grown pale from horror; and from under her dress, a small, black snake fled, by which Kamala had been bitten.
Hurriedly, they now both ran along the path, in order to reach people, and got near to the ferry, there Kamala collapsed, and was not able to go any further. But the boy started crying miserably, only interrupting it to kiss and hug his mother, and she also joined his loud screams for help, until the sound reached Vasudeva's ears, who stood at the ferry. Quickly, he came walking, took the woman on his arms, carried her into the boat, the boy ran along, and soon they all reached the hut, were Siddhartha stood by the stove and was just lighting the fire. He looked up and first saw the boy's face, which wondrously reminded him of something, like a warning to remember something he had forgotten. Then he saw Kamala, whom he instantly recognised, though she lay unconscious in the ferryman's arms, and now he knew that it was his own son, whose face had been such a warning reminder to him, and the heart stirred in his chest.
Kamala's wound was washed, but had already turned black and her body was swollen, she was made to drink a healing potion. Her consciousness returned, she lay on Siddhartha's bed in the hut and bent over her stood Siddhartha, who used to love her so much. It seemed like a dream to her; with a smile, she looked at her friend's face; just slowly she, realized her situation, remembered the bite, called timidly for the boy.
"He's with you, don't worry," said Siddhartha.

就在许许多多的人都去朝拜活佛的时候，一天，卡玛拉，当年那个美丽的名妓，也会朝拜活佛了。她早已摆脱了以往的生活，把她的花园送给了戈塔马的弟子们，信奉了戈塔马的学说，成了那些朝圣者的朋友和施主。一听说戈塔马病危的消息，她就和她的儿子小席特哈尔塔一起上了路，身穿简朴的衣服步行前往朝拜。余中，她带着儿子来到了这条河边。儿子累了，要回家，要休息，要吃饭，又哭又闹。

卡玛拉只好跟他频频地休息，孩子已经习惯了不听她的话而固执己见，她不得不喂他吃东西，哄他，呵斥他。孩子不明白干吗要跟随母亲踏上这艰苦和不幸的朝拜路，到一个陌生的地方去探望一个圣洁而垂危的陌生人。索性让他死掉好了，这跟孩子有什么相干呢？
这两个朝拜者已来到离瓦苏代瓦的渡船不远的地方，小席特哈尔塔又一次要求妈妈歇一歇。卡玛拉自己也累了，于是就让孩子吃香蕉，自己坐在地上，闭上眼歇一会儿。突然，她发出一声哀叫，孩子惊慌失措地瞧她，看见她脸色吓得惨白，从她的衣裙下钻了一条小黑蛇，逃走了，卡玛拉被它咬了。
他们俩赶紧往前跑，想找人求助，刚跑到渡船附近，卡玛拉就倒下了，再也跑不动了。孩子发出凄惨的叫喊，手忙脚知己地亲吻和拥抱母亲，而她也跟着大声呼救，声音传到了正站在渡船旁的瓦苏代瓦耳中。他迅速赶过来，抱起卡玛拉，放到船里，孩子也跟着上了船。过了一会儿，他们来到茅屋里，席特哈尔塔正在炉灶边生火。他抬起眼，先看到男孩的脸，这张脸使他惊讶地想起已经淡忘的往事。接着，他又看见了卡玛拉，而且马上就认出了她，尽管此记得她正不省人事地躺在船夫的臂弯里。他明白了，这男孩就是他的亲生儿子，孩子的脸貌提醒了他，他的心在胸中怦怦直跳。

卡玛拉的伤口被洗净了，但是已经发黑，身子也肿胀起来，于是，连忙给她灌药。好恢复了知觉，躺在茅屋里席特哈尔塔的床铺上，她深爱过的席特哈尔塔俯身看着她。她觉得这就像是一场梦，含笑望着这个昔日恋人的脸，慢慢才意识到自己眼前的处境，想起是被蛇咬了，便惊恐地呼唤孩子。
“他就在你身边，别担心。”席特哈尔塔说。