第一篇：名著《悉达多》读后感
在房舍的阴影中，在阳光照耀下的河岸边，在泊岸的小船旁，在柳树林和无花果树的浓荫里，悉达多，英俊的婆罗门之子，年少的雄鹰，与挚友侨文达一同长大。
In the shade of the house, in the sunshine of the riverbank near the boats, in the shade of the Sal-wood forest, in the shade of the fig tree is where Siddhartha grew up, the handsome son of the Brahman, the young falcon, together with his friend Govinda, son of a Brahman. The sun tanned his light shoulders by the banks of the river when bathing, performing the sacredablutions, the sacred offerings. In the mango grove, shade poured into his black eyes, when playing as a boy, when his mother sang, when the sacred offerings were made, when his father, the scholar, taught him, when the wise men talked. For a long time, Siddhartha had beenpartaking in the discussions of the wise men, practising debate with Govinda, practising with Govinda the art of reflection, the service of meditation. He already knew how to speak the Omsilently, the word of words, to speak it silently into himself while inhaling, to speak it silently out of himself while exhaling, with all the concentration of his soul, the forehead surrounded by the glow of the clear-thinking spirit. He already knew to feel Atman in the depths of his being,indestructible, one with the universe.
在房舍的阴影中，在阳光照耀下的河岸边，在泊岸的小船旁，在柳树林和无花果树的浓荫里，悉达多，英俊的婆罗门之子，年少的雄鹰，与挚友侨文达一同长大。在河岸边，在神圣的祭祀和沐浴中，阳光晒黑了他浅色的臂膀。芒果林中，在孩童的嬉戏间，在母亲的歌声和神圣的祭祀中，在聆听博学父亲的教诲和智者的谈话时，树影流入了他幽黑的眼眸。悉达多早已加入了智者们的谈话，与侨文达一道修习辩论、静思与禅定的技艺。他已经学会如何默念“唵”--这真言之本;吸气时默默吸入它，呼气时则凝神默默吐出它，此刻，他的前额仿佛放射出纯净思索的心灵之光。他已学会如何在自我存在的深层体认识阿特曼--永恒不坏，与宇宙合一。
Joy leapt in his father's heart for his son who was quick to learn, thirsty for knowledge; he saw him growing up to become great wise man and priest, a prince among the Brahmans.
他的父亲心中充满喜悦，因为他的儿子聪慧好学且渴慕知识;他知道他的儿子将会成为一位伟大的智者、一位祭祀、婆罗门中的王子。
Bliss leapt in his mother's breast when she saw him, when she saw him walking, when she saw him sit down and get up, Siddhartha, strong, handsome, he who was walking on slender legs, greeting her with perfect respect.
他的母亲满怀幸福地看着自己的儿子，注视着他坐落、起立和行走，强壮英俊的悉达多，四肢修长，体态完美地向母亲问安。
Love touched the hearts of the Brahmans' young daughters when Siddhartha walked through the lanes of the town with the luminous forehead, with the eye of a king, with his slim hips.
每当悉达多走过城里的街巷，年轻的婆罗门女子心中就会泛起阵阵爱的涟漪;他有着高高的前额，王者般的眼神，还有隽削的背景。
第二篇：名著《悉达多》读后感
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 d ecency 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 merchantwith magic spells; not a vain, vacuous speaker; not a mean, deceitful priest; and also not adecent, 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, hiscompanion, 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 adelight 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 ofcontemplation , washing his limbs daily in the bath of repentance , sacrificing in the dimshade 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。
