Next she got two budgerigars called Smitt and Smule, then Govinda the tortoise, and finally the marmalade cat Sherekan.

然后她又养了两只鹦哥，名叫史密特和史穆尔，然后是名叫葛文的乌龟，最后则是猫咪雪儿。

For a long time, he looked into Govinda's face.

很长一段时间，他看着戈文达的脸。

And you are not only a living creature like Sherekan or Govinda.

而且你不仅是像 Sherekan 或 Govinda 这样的生物。

Siddhartha awakened as if he had been asleep, when he heard Govinda's words.

听到歌文达的话，悉达多像睡着了一样醒来。

Always, oh Govinda, you've been my friend, you've always walked one step behind me.

一直以来，哦戈文达，你一直是我的朋友，你总是走在我身后一步。

In this moment, Govinda realized that his friend had left him, and he started to weep.

这一刻，戈文达意识到他的朋友离开了他，他哭了起来。

Then Govinda broke loose, embraced once again his childhood friend and left with the novices.

然后戈文达挣脱束缚，再次拥抱他儿时的朋友，然后和沙弥一起离开了。

She understood him better than Govinda used to understand him, she was more similar to him.

她比戈文达过去更了解他， 她更像他。

Delightedly, Govinda listened and wanted to ask and hear much more.

戈文达很高兴地听着，并想多问多听。

Often I have thought: Won't Govinda for once also take a step by himself, without me, out of his own soul?

我常常想：戈文达难道不会一次也从他自己的灵魂中，在没有我的情况下，自己迈出一步吗？

And soon, Govinda also realized: This is the one.

而很快，戈文达也意识到：就是这个。

Govinda has heard the teachings, he has taken refuge in it.

哥文达听闻了教法，他皈依了它。

Sad was how Govinda looked like, sadly he asked: Why have you forsaken me?

戈文达看起来很悲伤，他悲伤地问：你为什么抛弃我？

After the usual time of the exercise in meditation had passed, Govinda rose.

通常的冥想练习时间过去后，戈文达站了起来。

They went to the Banyan tree, they sat down, Siddhartha right here, Govinda twenty paces away.

他们走到榕树下，坐下，悉达多就在这儿，二十步远的地方是戈文达。

Arrow-fast he read in Govinda's soul, read the fear, read the submission.

他读懂了戈文达的灵魂，读懂了恐惧，读懂了服从。

Attentively, Govinda looked at the monk in the yellow robe, who seemed to be in no way different from the hundreds of other monks.

哥文达凝神注视着这黄袍僧人， 他似乎与其他数百名僧人并无二致。

Govinda had become a monk, and a thousand monks were his brothers, wore the same robe as he, believed in his faith, spoke his language.

哥文达出家为僧，有一千个僧人是他的兄弟，穿着和他一样的僧袍，信仰他的信仰，说他的语言。

But more than all the others he was loved by Govinda, his friend, the son of a Brahman.

但比其他所有人都更爱他的是他的朋友、婆罗门之子戈文达。

By his side lived Govinda, his shadow, walked the same paths, undertook the same efforts.

他的身边住着戈文达， 他的影子，走着同样的路， 付出同样的努力。