Suara yang Paling Indah (The Art of Playing Violin)

[English below]

Suatu hari, sewaktu berkeliling kota, seorang tua mendengar suara yang menyakitkan telinga. Belum pernah ia mendengar suara yang begitu tak enak. Ia megikuti sumber suara sumbang itu, dan tiba di teras belakang sebuah rumah, di mana seorang anak sedang belajar bermain biola.

Saat tahu bahwa itulah yang namanya ‘biola’, ia memutuskan untuk tidak mau lagi mendengar suara biola. Hari berikutnya, di bagian lain kota, si orang tua mendengar suara yang membelai telinganya. Belum pernah ia mendengar suara seindah ini. Ia pun mencari sumber suara itu, dan tiba di teras depan sebuah rumah, di mana seorang wanita sedang memainkan biolanya.

Seketika, si orang tua menyadari kekeliruannya. Suara tak nyaman yang didengarnya kemarin bukalah kesalahan biola, bukan pula salah si anak. Itu hanyalah proses belajar seorang anak yang belum mahir memainkan biolanya.

Mungkin begitu pula dengan agama. Sewaktu kita bertemu dengan seseorang yang menggebu-gebu terhadap kepercayaannya, tidaklah benar untuk menyalahkan agamanya. Itu hanyalah proses belajar orang yang belum mahir memainkan agamanya. Sewaktu kita bertemu seorang bijak, seorang maestro agamanya, itu merupakan pertemuan yang indah, apapun kepercayaan orang itu.

Hari berikutnya, di bagian lain kota, si orang tua mendengar suara yang bahkan melebihi kemerduan dan kemegahan suara sang maestro biola. Melebihi percik sungai pada musim semi, melebihi kicau burung pada musim panas, melebihi desir angin pada musim gugur, melebihi hening gunung pada musim dingin.

Suara apakah gerangan yang menggetarkan hati melebihi segalanya itu? Itu suara sebuah orkestra besar yang memainkan sebuah simfoni.

Mengapa itu suara terindah di dunia? Pertama, setiap pemain merupakan maestro alat musiknya masing-masing. Kedua, mereka telah belajar lebih jauh untuk bermain bersama dalam suatu harmoni.

Mungkin begitu pula dengan agama. Seyogianya kita menghayati hakikat kelembutan agama kita sendiri melalui pelajaran kehidupan. Seyogianya kita menjadi maestro cinta kasih dalam agama masing-masing. Lebih jauh lagi, seyogianya kita belajar bermain, seperti para pemain orkestra, bersama penganut agama lain, dalam sebuah harmoni.

Itulah. suara yang paling indah.

Sumber: Buku Best of The Best Si Cacing dan Kotoran Kesayangannya oleh Ajahn Brahm


An uneducated old man was visiting a city for the first time in his life. He had grown up in a remote mountain village, worked hard raising his children, and was now enjoying his first visit to his children’s modern homes.

One day, while being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village and he insisted on finding its cause. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in back of a house where a small boy was practicing on a violin.

Screech! Scrape ! came the discordant notes from the groaning instrument.

When he was told by his son that that was called a “violin,” he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.

The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a sound that seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley, so he demanded to find its cause. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.

At once, the old man realized his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.

With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such a strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion. It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.

…But that was not the end of the story of the old man and the violin.

The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard another sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think the sound was ?

It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, the autumn wind through forest groves, or the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter’s night. What was that sound the moved the old man’s heart more powerfully than anything before ?

It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.

The reason that it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world was, firstly, that every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; secondly, that they had further learned how to play together in harmony.

“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”

That would be the most beautiful sound.

Source: Opening The Door of Your Heart by Ajahn Brahm.
The english text is copied from the blog of All of Life Arise from Space

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