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The Alchemist 原文 （45-2）
But all this happened for one basic reason: no matter how many detours and adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compass point. Once obstacles were overcome, it returned to its course, sighting on a star that indicated the location of the oasis. When the people saw that star shining in the morning sky, they knew they were on the right course toward water, palm trees, shelter, and other people. It was only the Englishman who was unaware of all this; he was, for the most part, immersed in reading his books.
The boy, too, had his book, and he had tried to read it during the first few days of the journey. But he found it much more interesting to observe the caravan and listen to the wind. As soon as he had learned to know his camel better, and to establish a relationship with him, he threw the book away. Although the boy had developed a superstition that each time he opened the book he would learn something important, he decided it was an unnecessary burden.
He became friendly with the camel driver who traveled alongside him. At night, as they sat around the fire, the boy related to the driver his adventures as a shepherd.
During one of these conversations, the driver told of his own life.
"I used to live near El Cairum," he said. "I had my orchard, my children, and a life that would change not at all until I died. One year, when the crop was the best ever, we all went to Mecca, and I satisfied the only unmet obligation in my life. I could die happily, and that made me feel good.
"One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks. It was something that I thought could happen only to others, never to me. My neighbors feared they would lose all their olive trees in the flood, and my wife was afraid that we would lose our children. I thought that everything I owned would be destroyed.
"The land was ruined, and I had to find some other way to earn a living. So now I'm a camel driver. But that disaster taught me to understand the word of Allah: people need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.
"We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand."
Sometimes, their caravan met with another. One always had something that the other needed—as if everything were indeed written by one hand. As they sat around the fire, the camel drivers exchanged information about windstorms, and told stories about the desert.
At other times, mysterious, hooded men would appear; they were Bedouins who did surveillance along the caravan route. They provided warnings about thieves and barbarian tribes. They came in silence and departed the same way, dressed in black garments that showed only their eyes. One night, a camel driver came to the fire where the Englishman and the boy were sitting. "There are rumors of tribal wars," he told them.
The three fell silent. The boy noted that there was a sense of fear in the air, even though no one said anything. Once again he was experiencing the language without words… the universal language.
The Englishman asked if they were in danger.
"Once you get into the desert, there's no going back," said the camel driver. "And, when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward. The rest is up to Allah, including the danger."
And he concluded by saying the mysterious word: "Maktub."
"You should pay more attention to the caravan," the boy said to the Englishman, after the camel driver had left. "We make a lot of detours, but we're always heading for the same destination."
"And you ought to read more about the world," answered the Englishman. "Books are like caravans in that respect."
The immense collection of people and animals began to travel faster. The days had always been silent, but now, even the nights—when the travelers were accustomed to talking around the fires—had also become quiet. And, one day, the leader of the caravan made the decision that the fires should no longer be lighted, so as not to attract attention to the caravan.
这一切都必须符合一个最根本的理由：不管是绕多少路，作多少调整，商队一定朝着原来的方向行进。一旦克服了阻碍，商队就必须得回归原先的路程，向着指向绿洲方向的星辰前进。早上醒来若看见那颗星正在天际闪耀，大家就确定自己正往着正确的路程前进，水源、棕榈树、房舍，还有人群正在前头等着他们。唯独那个英国人不知道这一切，他大部分时间都沉浸在自己的阅读里。
男孩也带著书，旅程刚开始的那一天，他曾试着去读它，但他发现，观察商队或听风吹的声音都比看书有趣多了。当他更了解他的骆驼，并和它建立起感情时，他就把书丢开了。虽然他下意识知道，每一回他打开书都能学到一些重要的事，不过他终究决定那是个无关紧要的负担。
他和骑在他旁边的一位骆驼夫变成朋友。夜晚时分，当他们围着营火时，男孩告诉那位骆驼夫他在当牧羊人时遇见的奇事。
在他们的聊天中，那位骆驼夫告诉男孩他的故事。
“我曾住在埃尔开伦附近，”他说，“我拥有果园、孩子，和妻子，生活本来应该会像这样一直持续到我老死。有一年，收成很好，我们就全家一起去麦加朝圣，我终于完成生命里最后一功。我可以快乐地死去了。
可是有一天发生地震，尼罗河冲破河堤。我本以为这种事只会发生在别人身上，绝不会轮到我。我的左邻右舍都担心他们的橄榄树会被洪水淹没，我的妻子害怕我们会失去孩子，我则想着，我所拥有的一切都被毁了。
土地荒瘠了，我必须找另一种谋生的方法。所以我就来当骆驼夫。然而这一切的灾难让我更加明白阿拉的箴言：人们不需要恐惧未知，但看你有无能力去追求自己的需要与渴望。
我们总是害怕失去，不管是我们的生命、财富，或我们所拥有的一切，可是当我们明了我们的一生和人类历史都是同一只手注写时，恐惧就会消失。”
有时，他们的商队会和其他商队相遇。奇妙的是，彼此总是拥有对方需要的东西——仿佛一切万物真是被同一只手注写下来似的。当他们围坐在营火边时，骆驼夫们会交换暴风的讯息，并说起沙漠的种种故事。
偶尔，蒙着头巾的神秘男子会出现，他们是贝都因族人，负责守望着商队行走的路线。他们会告诉商队这附近是不是有小偷或者抢盗部落。他们穿着黑袍，只露出眼睛，总是来无声去无息。有一天晚上，一位骆驼夫来到男孩和英国人坐着的营火边，对他们说，“听说发生了部族战争。”
三人都沉默下来。尽管没人说什么，男孩察觉空气中流荡着恐惧。再一次，他体会到无声的语言……宇宙共通的语言。
英国人问他们是否有危险。
“一旦你步入沙漠就不可能回头了，”那位骆驼夫说，“而一旦你无法回头，你必须只去*心如何前进最好。其余的就交给阿拉，包括危险。”
他用一个神秘的字总结，“Maktub。”
“你应该多花点时间注意商队，”等那个骆驼夫走开，男孩对英国人说，“我们这一路上绕了好多弯，可是我们总是朝同一个终点走。”
“而你应该多读点书了解世界。”英国人回答，“就这一点来说，书就跟商队一样。”
这一大群人和动物开始加快脚程。以往白日的时光里，大家就一向很安静，如今连在夜晚时刻也变得沉默了——本来大家已逐渐习惯围着营火聊天的。接著有一天，领队绝对不再燃起营火了，这样才不会招惹别人的注意。
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