Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Friedrich Nietzsche · Licencia: Public domain · Fuente

• O my soul, I have taken from thee all obeying and knee-bending and homage-paying; I have myself given thee the names, "Change of need" and "Fate." ¶2793
• O my soul, I have given thee new names and gay-coloured playthings, I have called thee "Fate" and "the Circuit of circuits" and "the Navel-string of time" and "the Azure bell." ¶2794
• O my soul, to thy domain gave I all wisdom to drink, all new wines, and also all immemorially old strong wines of wisdom. ¶2795
• O my soul, every sun shed I upon thee, and every night and every silence and every longing:--then grewest thou up for me as a vine. ¶2796
• O my soul, exuberant and heavy dost thou now stand forth, a vine with swelling udders and full clusters of brown golden grapes:-- ¶2797
• --Filled and weighted by thy happiness, waiting from superabundance, and yet ashamed of thy waiting. ¶2798
• O my soul, there is nowhere a soul which could be more loving and more comprehensive and more extensive! Where could future and past be closer together than with thee? ¶2799
• O my soul, I have given thee everything, and all my hands have become empty by thee:--and now! Now sayest thou to me, smiling and full of melancholy: "Which of us oweth thanks?-- ¶2800
• --Doth the giver not owe thanks because the receiver received? Is bestowing not a necessity? Is receiving not--pitying?"-- ¶2801
• O my soul, I understand the smiling of thy melancholy: thine over-abundance itself now stretcheth out longing hands! ¶2802
• Thy fulness looketh forth over raging seas, and seeketh and waiteth: the longing of over-fulness looketh forth from the smiling heaven of thine eyes! ¶2803
• And verily, O my soul! Who could see thy smiling and not melt into tears? The angels themselves melt into tears through the over-graciousness of thy smiling. ¶2804
• Thy graciousness and over-graciousness, is it which will not complain and weep: and yet, O my soul, longeth thy smiling for tears, and thy trembling mouth for sobs. ¶2805
• "Is not all weeping complaining? And all complaining, accusing?" Thus speakest thou to thyself; and therefore, O my soul, wilt thou rather smile than pour forth thy grief-- ¶2806
• --Than in gushing tears pour forth all thy grief concerning thy fulness, and concerning the craving of the vine for the vintager and vintage-knife! ¶2807
• But wilt thou not weep, wilt thou not weep forth thy purple melancholy, then wilt thou have to SING, O my soul!--Behold, I smile myself, who foretell thee this: ¶2808
• --Thou wilt have to sing with passionate song, until all seas turn calm to hearken unto thy longing,-- ¶2809
• --Until over calm longing seas the bark glideth, the golden marvel, around the gold of which all good, bad, and marvellous things frisk:-- ¶2810
• --Also many large and small animals, and everything that hath light marvellous feet, so that it can run on violet-blue paths,-- ¶2811
• --Towards the golden marvel, the spontaneous bark, and its master: he, however, is the vintager who waiteth with the diamond vintage-knife,-- ¶2812
• --Thy great deliverer, O my soul, the nameless one--for whom future songs only will find names! And verily, already hath thy breath the fragrance of future songs,-- ¶2813
• --Already glowest thou and dreamest, already drinkest thou thirstily at all deep echoing wells of consolation, already reposeth thy melancholy in the bliss of future songs!-- ¶2814
• O my soul, now have I given thee all, and even my last possession, and all my hands have become empty by thee:--THAT I BADE THEE SING, behold, that was my last thing to give! ¶2815
• That I bade thee sing,--say now, say: WHICH of us now--oweth thanks?-- Better still, however: sing unto me, sing, O my soul! And let me thank thee!-- ¶2816
• "Into thine eyes gazed I lately, O Life: gold saw I gleam in thy night-eyes,--my heart stood still with delight: ¶2820
• --A golden bark saw I gleam on darkened waters, a sinking, drinking, reblinking, golden swing-bark! ¶2821
• At my dance-frantic foot, dost thou cast a glance, a laughing, questioning, melting, thrown glance: ¶2822
• Twice only movedst thou thy rattle with thy little hands--then did my feet swing with dance-fury.-- ¶2823
• My heels reared aloft, my toes they hearkened,--thee they would know: hath not the dancer his ear--in his toe! ¶2824
• Unto thee did I spring: then fledst thou back from my bound; and towards me waved thy fleeing, flying tresses round! ¶2825
• Away from thee did I spring, and from thy snaky tresses: then stoodst thou there half-turned, and in thine eye caresses. ¶2826
• With crooked glances--dost thou teach me crooked courses; on crooked courses learn my feet--crafty fancies! ¶2827
• I fear thee near, I love thee far; thy flight allureth me, thy seeking secureth me:--I suffer, but for thee, what would I not gladly bear! ¶2828
• For thee, whose coldness inflameth, whose hatred misleadeth, whose flight enchaineth, whose mockery--pleadeth: ¶2829
• --Who would not hate thee, thou great bindress, inwindress, temptress, seekress, findress! Who would not love thee, thou innocent, impatient, wind-swift, child-eyed sinner! ¶2830
• Whither pullest thou me now, thou paragon and tomboy? And now foolest thou me fleeing; thou sweet romp dost annoy! ¶2831
• I dance after thee, I follow even faint traces lonely. Where art thou? Give me thy hand! Or thy finger only! ¶2832
• Here are caves and thickets: we shall go astray!--Halt! Stand still! Seest thou not owls and bats in fluttering fray? ¶2833
• Thou bat! Thou owl! Thou wouldst play me foul? Where are we? From the dogs hast thou learned thus to bark and howl. ¶2834
• Thou gnashest on me sweetly with little white teeth; thine evil eyes shoot out upon me, thy curly little mane from underneath! ¶2835

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