每天早上 我都质问自己该怎么生活 Every morning, I asked myself how I was going to live.
我可以去工作 I could go to work.
我可以乘船永远离开我的父母 I could take a boat and leave my parents forever.
我可以坐在地上 I could stay on the ground in my filth,
一动不动 without moving.
我可以很激进 I could live intensely,
充满愤怒 毫不让步 full of hate, uncompromising.
我可以很平庸 I could be banal,
玩乐 流连于姑娘堆中 play the game and have a lot of women,
快快活活 try to be happy.
他们说我远远偏离了现实 They tell me I stray too far from reality.
可我所知的唯一现实就是混沌 The only reality I know is chaos.
我出入于咖啡馆 和友人阔谈 I haunt the cafes, I talk to my friends.
在我们共同的不幸中得以短暂喘息 Brief moments of respite in the middle of our common misery.
我们彼此交谈 We speak to each other
却但不注视对方的眼睛 but without looking each other in the eyes.
不 No,
目光从他们的实体上转移 eyes turned away from their true power,
转而去寻找街上的姑娘们 looking for women in the street.
一个流浪汉走来 A bum approaches.
他从布列塔尼来 He's come from Brittany.
我们聊了一会儿 We talk for a while,
我给了他一个法郎 I give him a franc.
他是这座阴影之城的另一个迷途者 He's another wanderer in this city of shadows.
昨晚我坐在咖啡桌旁 Last night I was sitting at a cafe table,
我喜欢坐在我身边的女孩 I liked the girl sitting next to me.
我拍拍她的肩膀 问她: I touched her on the shoulder and asked her:
"你是谁?" ''Who are you?''
她冷冷地投来一瞥 转身离去 She gave me an icy look and turned away.
这是我所做的最后的努力 It was my last effort.
以可悲的姿态来对抗世界悄无声息的运转 a pathetic gesture against the advancing obscurity.
但我能感受到春日 But I can feel the Spring
春天 我嗅到女人的气息 and with the Spring I smell women
大卫的爱情不能拯救我 and David's love can't help me.
我得离开 I have to leave.
大卫握着我的手 在我的脸颊上亲了一下 但我退缩了 David takes my hand and kisses me on the cheek, but I draw back.
当拥有美丽腿部的姑娘夹在我们中间的时候 We can't be happy together
我们俩在一起是不可能幸福的 when women, with their fine legs, are coming between us.
我从我们一直坐着的公园长椅上站了起来 I got up from the park bench where we had been sitting
我开始在烈日下走路 ， I started to walk under the hot sun
太阳的光芒映射在银十字架上 and the sun's reflection bounced off the silver cross
以及年轻姑娘结实的乳房上 resting between the fine, firm breasts of a young woman.
我深吸一口气 I breathed deeply
又苦恼地出发了 and sadly set off again.
当然 用走的 Of course, I walked.
我不能待着我的房子里 I couldn't stay in my room.
太多的欲望和怨恨 Too much desire and too much resentment.
于是我继续在圣日耳曼漫步 So I continued my stroll around Saint-Germain,
决心一条道走到黑 直到我的爱来征服我 determined to walk until love overwhelmed me.
我无处可去 I had nowhere to go.
别无所求 I had nothing to hope for.
我盯着过路人 I stared at the passersby.
他们也盯着我 但又转身离去 They looked at me too, but turned away,
莫非是因为我不是一个真正的人吗? because was I not the one true man?
大卫曾试图宣称我是一个神秘主义者 David had tried to proclaim that I was a mystic.
现在来看 这是无稽之谈 Right now that's absurd.
但不就后可能会成为事实 Later, maybe.
但此刻我只有激情 性欲望 But at the moment I'm nothing but passion and sex
和感伤的无绪诗意 此外别无他物 and pathetically chaotic poetry.
快点 我可没整晚的功夫! Hurry up I don't have all night!
快点! Hurry up!
当一个人孤单时 When one is alone,
仇恨就会滋长并啃噬他的内心 hate grows and gnaws at one's insides.
它毁灭一切 ， It ruins everything
在人心中筑就了一个真正的毒蛇窠巢 and creates a real nest of vipers in one's heart,
一切都变得苦涩 everything becomes bitter.
这种苦涩是我自身的一部分 This bitterness is such a part of me.
但并非全部 But it's not everything.
青春的朦胧希望仍在 The faint hope of youth remains.
但既然我的青春消逝了 But since my youth refuses,
那微弱的火光也许就会随时熄灭 that faint light will perhaps go out.
你好 Hello.
你进来吗? Are you coming in?
给我你的大衣 Give me your coat.
斯瓦米似乎知道要到达的地方 The swami seems to know where he's going.
他通过冥想控制自己的感官 He controls his senses through meditation
而不是像其他人一样 instead of being a slave to his needs and desires,
成为自己需求和欲望的奴隶 like eveyone else.
他说人必须把自己从印度人所说的轮回中解放出来 He says that man must liberate himself from what the Indians call Samsara,
即死亡和重生 the cycle of death and reincarnation.
轮回的目的是 The goal of this rebirth
获得智慧 is to attain wisdom,
找寻自己内心的神明 find God within oneself.
其他的都是次要的 All the rest is secondary.
The swami's path, of which he seems so sure,
could it be the one I must take?
That which eveyone must take, one day?
One, two, three, four five, six, eight nine, ten.
You killed the seven.
That's not the place for the seven.
There's always a place for seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine...
Seven!
One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight, nine, ten.
A few phrases now.
The weather is good.
The weather is bad.
It's freezing.
It's raining.
It's freezing.
When is the...
next boat to
Tunis?
What's the price
of a cabin in
first-class?
Tell me what lovers say to each other, in French.
Lovers? - Lovers, yes
I love you, that it? - Yeah
But tell me all the words you know.
I love you, that's pretty standard. There has to be something else.
You love me.
See? You're not the only one who can speak English.
I love you - Oh no, no.
The nearest... where is the nearest beach?
That it? -What?
Nearest... yes, the nearest beach.
What time does the swimming pool close?
At seven o'clock.
Where's the entrance?
Have you a good saddle-horse?
Have I a good saddle-horse?
As long as a man lingers in ignorance,
as long, in other words, as he has not attained God,
he will be reborn on Earth.
But he who has been illuminated
will no longer have to return to earth
nor to any other sphere.
He who has tasted sugar candy
takes no further pleasure in molasses.
He who has lived in a palace
doesn't worry about sleeping in a dim hovel.
The soul that has tasted the sweetness of divine beatitude
takes no more delight in the vulgar pleasures of this world.
But the yogi who lives in the world has reason to be way
because living surrounded by sensual attractions
comes with the risk of weakening,
no matter how slight the risk may be for the yogi.
If you live in a room full of soot,
you will inevitably get dirty,
no matter what precautions you take.
One day, Vijay Krishna Goswami asked Sri Ramakrishna:
''In what state of mind should a man be, in this world,
in order to be able to aspire to freedom?''
The master answered:
''He can only be free if, with God's grace,
he completely renounces the things of this world,
then only will he be freed of his attachment
to women and gold'
How will he achieve this complete renunciation,
this passionate absence of desire?
''I will come to God little by little'
This is the language of a half-hearted renunciation.
But he who renounces all with strength and ardor
has a heart full of desire for God,
of thirst for God,
like the heart of a mother who desires to see her child.
He is searching for God alone and the world,
pulling out water from a well
in which he is constantly at risk of drowning.
His friends seem to him like poisonous snakes
which he must avoid,
his determination and desire to find God are so strong
that he doesn't even think of putting his domestic affairs in order
before turning completely to the Lord.
How can a man learn to detach himself from the things of this world?
A woman once said to her husband:
''I'm worried about my brother.
He's been thinking about becoming an ascetic for a long time,
he prepares himself by gradually reducing his needs and desires'
Her husband replied:
''Don't worry.
Your brother will never manage to become a sannyasin like that'
''How does one become one?'' she asked him.
''Like this!'', cried her husband,
ripping his robe to pieces,
wrapping a strip of it around his waist
and declaring to his wife and to all the women of the world
that they would all be as mothers to him from then on.
He left his house and never returned.
What is it?
What is it, Pierre?
What is it?
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Pierre?
Nothing.
But why are you so bitter?
I'm not bitter.
Anka was becoming too possessive, too demanding.
I don't want to go to a restaurant, to the cinema, or to a party
nor make love.
Sometimes I imagine myself, dressed as a monk,
high in the Tibetan mountains.
Rent a room...
I'm obsessed with this suggestion of Gerard's, but...
I told him I need to be alone,
to meditate,
to change my habits, to withdraw from the world.
I'm convinced that in our eveyday activities we avoid what is really important.
I told her I'm going to rent a room near the Bastille.
While I was talking to her, I sensed that I was hurting her.
Which only increased my anxiety.
I really love you.
Anka, you have to understand that I'm leaving. Listen.
Selfish desire,
no matter how august its object
is an attachment; and that until you eliminate all desire
you will not be free to dedicate yourself to the work of the master.
The master
teaches us that man should give no importance
to anything that comes from the exterior:
Badness, problems, illness, loss.
These things must be seen as irrelevant,
they must not be allowed to affect one's mental equilibrium.
They are the result of anterior actions and must be cheerfully tolerated,
because you must remember that all is transient
and that your duty is to remain joyFul and serene.
These things belong to your past life,
not at all to this one.
You can't change anything,
it is therefore pointless to worry about it.
Consider, rather, those acts which will bear upon your next life.
because those you can change.
You must renounce all feelings of possession.
Karma may take from you the things you value most,
maybe even the people you love the most.
You must be prepared to abandon anything at all, with joy
or anyone at all.
Don't be mistaken,
don't misunderstand.
One does not mock God
because man reaps what he has sown.
Man always finds himself when he is face-to-face with himself.
The unforgivable sin
is the voluntary and knowing rejection
of spiritual truth.
In a way,
all sins are unforgivable
because they must be expiated in order to undo any effect they may have had,
but if someone voluntarily rejects the truth
in full awareness of what they are doing,
with no good reason,
that proves that they prefer evil to good
and that they have thus allied themselves with the forces of evil.
It is thus dangerous for men to acquire occult knowledge
before having attained that state of wisdom
which would help them to stay on the right path.
One of the first people to read was a young man
who had suffered from anaemia since childhood.
His father was a doctor
and as a child he had been subjected, unsuccessfully,
to any potential treatment.
A functional malady which so obstinately resists treatment
suggests a profound karmic disorder.
In effect,
a reading of his past lives attributed his illness to a previous incarnation in Peru
five lifetimes ago,
during which he had brutally conquered the county
and become its overlord.
A lot of blood was spilled, said the young man,
from which came his current anaemia.
The law of evolution may oblige a soul to return in flesh, endlessly.
Did you bring my saw?
And the...
lUMr
bread,
yogurt,
cheese.
This is a terrible place, Pierre!
Why?
Do you miss the music box much?
What's happening to you?
What?
Art model.
Art model?
Nude?
Yes, nude.
He must have good taste.
What?
What are you saying?
Where are my... underpants?
Ah, your underpants?
Here.
I thought about her, at the discotheque.
We were sure that we knew each other,
that we had seen each other before.
Since it wasn't in this life, it must have been in another one.
They say that the same souls meet each other in different lives.
So why do I treat Anka the way I do?
Oh, I'm all right, still a bit rheumatic
but you know, at my age...
How's the man on the 3rd floor?
We can't expect miracles, with our ancestors.
The day he dies, let us know
because the room upstairs is really awful.
It's always the same here, the cistern is always blocked!
They're young, we don't know where their income comes from
They're not bad people, but have you seen how they look?
Unshaven, long hair, uncombed, like girls!
他们任何点都回家 They come home at all hours.
I went looking for Anka.
She wasn't at home and I had to wait for her outside,
tying to remain calm.
It was odd to see people in the street.
It seemed completely unreal.
When Anka turned the corner,
I got up,
I walked towards her
and I held her close to me for minutes
until her skin couldn't take any more scratching from my beard.