Siddhartha: A New Translation

by Hermann Hesse, Sherab Ch÷dzin Kohn (Translator)

Overview

One America’s Favorite Books, PBS’s The Great American Read

Nobel Prize–winning author: This classic of 20th-century literature chronicles the spiritual evolution of a man living in India at the time of the Buddha—a tale that has inspired generations of readers
 
Here is a fresh translation of the classic Herman Hesse novel, from Sherab Chödzin Kohn—a gifted translator and longtime student of Buddhism and Eastern philosophy. Kohn invites readers along Siddhartha’s spiritual journey—experiencing his highs and lows, loves and disappointments along the way. We first meet Siddhartha as a privileged brahmin’s son. Handsome, well-loved, and growing increasingly dissatisfied with the life expected of him, he then sets out on his journey, not realizing that he is fulfilling the prophesies proclaimed at his birth. Siddhartha blends in with the world, showing the reader the beauty and intricacies of the mind, nature, and his experiences on the path to enlightenment.

Sherab Chödzin Kohn’s flowing, poetic translation conveys the philosophical and spiritual nuances of Hesse’s text, paying special attention to the qualities of meditative experience. Also included is an extensive introduction by Paul W. Morris that discusses the impact Siddhartha has had on American culture.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780834825307
Publisher:	Shambhala
Publication date:	09/19/2000
Series:	Shambhala Classics
Sold by:	Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format:	eBook
Pages:	112
Sales rank:	584,047
File size:	1 MB

About the Author

Hermann Hesse was born in 1877 in Calw, Germany. He was the son and grandson of Protestant missionaries and was educated in religious schools until the age of thirteen, when he dropped out of school. At age eighteen he moved to Basel, Switzerland, to work as a bookseller and lived in Switzerland for most of his life. His early novels include Peter Camenzind (1904), Beneath the Wheel (1906), Gertrud (1910), and Rosshalde (1914). During this period Hesse married and had three sons.

During World War I Hesse worked to supply German prisoners of war with reading materials and expressed his pacifist leanings in antiwar tracts and novels. Hesse's lifelong battles with depression drew him to study Freud during this period and, later, to undergo analysis with Jung. His first major literary success was the novel Demian (1919).

When Hesse's first marriage ended, he moved to Montagnola, Switzerland, where he created his best-known works: Siddhartha (1922), Steppenwolf (1927), Narcissus and Goldmund (1930), Journey to the East (1932), and The Glass Bead Game (1943). Hesse won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1946. He died in 1962 at the age of eighty-five.

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Translator's
Preface

At the time Hermann Hesse was composing his famous short novel
Siddhartha,
around 1920, he wrote the following words:

We are seeing a religious wave rising in almost all of Europe, a wave of religious need and despair, a searching and a profound malaise, and many are speaking of
. . . a new religion to come. Europe is beginning to sense . . . that the overblown onesidedness of its intellectual culture (most clearly expressed in scientific specialization) is in need of a correction, a revitalization coming from the opposite pole. This widespread yearning is not for a new ethics or a new way of thinking, but for a culture of the spiritual function that our intellectual approach to life has not been able to provide. This is a general yearning not so much for a Buddha or a Lao-Tze but for a yogic capability. We have learned that humanity can cultivate its intellect to an astonishing level of accomplishment without becoming master of its soul.

These passages sound the call for a sort of "journey to the East," to which
Siddhartha
is the answer. The present-day reader, encountering them undated, might be inclined to place them in a more recent time, in the 1960s and 1970s, when perceptions similar to those described became the germ of a major countercultural groundswell.
Siddhartha
spoke to the seekers of those decades; the novella was in great vogue then.

In fact, pangs of spiritual loss and the desire to cure them by means of "a journey to the East" have seized us recurrently since science and technology—and especially their shocking large-scale manifestation in World
War I—seriously began shaking the West's perennial culture. Over the last forty years, in the train of the spiritual shake-up of the sixties and seventies, we have seen the rise of many sorts of "yogic" culture in our society. In the end, it was the East that journeyed to the West. Indian,
Tibetan, and Japanese spiritual teachers in particular exerted themselves to transplant their meditative traditions to this hemisphere. This movement had a broad influence on Western societies and the images with which they inspire and entertain themselves, but on the whole its impact has been shallow.
"Yogic" insights have petered out into the vague and diluted phenomena of the New Age, and this has now largely run out of energy. Of late,
we see life and vitality pouring on a grand scale into a new endemic rapture,
the headlong intoxication with new communication technologies and the prosperity they have engendered. More and more American high schools and elementary schools now boast voluntary extracurricular clubs of avid
Internet-wise students of the stock market. Young people of both sexes in large numbers are identifying with cell-phone-and-laptop-toting traders and businesspeople who represent the ultimate cool in a coming world of electronic supercommunication. I have seen fourteen-year-old boys going to business meetings in suits.

This new fertility dance with the microchip and the genome is wondrous and colorful beyond words. It is making true a future of which the last century only dreamed. Yet the chances of its expunging or rendering irrelevant the yearning of which Hesse spoke are small; in fact as the materialistic romp reaches extremity, it must surely provoke a further acute outbreak of spirituality. If the yearning for spiritual awakening is an inalienable part of the human spirit, how could it be otherwise?

Thus
Hesse's brilliant offering to the human spirit, the spiritual journey of
Siddhartha, the brahmin's son, cannot really go out of style. True, Hesse's grasp of Buddhist thinking was imprecise. He did not escape touches of theism and thoughts of sin, being the offspring, as he was, of two generations of
Christian missionaries. Doctrinally,
Siddhartha
is not sharp, but sweetly and naively eclectic. But this hardly matters, for in
Siddhartha,
Hesse captured the truth of the spiritual journey.

Hesse began with a stereotypic, perhaps even corny paradigm. His style was archaic,
recalling scripture; he was dealing with a legendary scenario, beyond time,
larger than life. But as he proceeded to develop his formula, the story became increasingly real, desperately real—too real for Hesse. His insights cost him heavily. He suffered a major depression and had to stop writing
Siddhartha
for more than a year. His exploration had uncovered a process in which layer after layer of conventional and conceptual reference points have to be stripped away; through inspiration, but also profound disappointment and loss, the seeker relentlessly approaches naked mind. First to come and go for Siddhartha is orthodox religion. This is supplanted by life-denying asceticism, which in turn proves inauthentic and has to be given up. The next patch that will not hold is affirmation of self and enjoyment of sensuality and the material world;
next, rejection of that approach proves groundless too. At last, understanding at all, any analysis or intellectual grasp, shows itself as ludicrous one-upsmanship in the face of reality's flow; the brilliant seeker's last rag has to be surrendered. The process culminates in the final heartbreaking loss of the spiritual project altogether. Seeking is exhausted at its root—and confusion with it. Hesse does not quite give us the "return to the market place" found in the last of the ten Zen ox-herding pictures,

but the utter excoriation of ego—all one's world of hopes and fears—is vivid enough. As is the desolate fulfillment inseparable from the seeker's final forlornness. There is total dignity and freedom, surety and cosmic correctness,
in not having to attend one's own funeral.

This is where buddhas begin.

Boulder,
Colorado

March
2000

Editorial Reviews

Filled with timeless truths and told so beautifully with images that burn deep into your being, Hesse’s novel speaks powerfully to every generation of spiritual seekers . . . A fresh translation of Siddhartha that offers greater authenticity than any other translation—while still preserving the unique beauty of the original prose.”
—Branches of Light

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