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SIDDHARTHA An Indian Tale by Hermann Hesse FIRST PART To Romain Rolland my dear friend THE SON OF THE BRAHMAN In the shade of the house in the sunshine of the riverbank near the boats in the shade of theSal-wood forest in the shade of the fig tree is where Siddhartha grew up the handsome son ofthe Brahman the young falcon together with his friend Govinda son of a Brahman. The suntanned 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 whenplaying as a boy when his mother sang when the sacred offerings were made when his fatherthe 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 withGovinda 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 itsilently out of himself while exhaling with all the concentration of his soul the foreheadsurrounded by the glow of the clear-thinking spirit. He already knew to feel Atman in thedepths of his being indestructible one with the universe.Joy leapt in his fathers heart for his son who was quick to learn thirsty for knowledge hesaw him growing up to become great wise man and priest a prince among the Brahmans. Bliss leapt in his mothers breast when she saw him when she saw him walking when she saw himsit down and get up Siddhartha strong handsome he who was walking on slender legs greetingher with perfect respect. Love touched
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