Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Friedrich Nietzsche · Лицензия: Public domain · Источник

• This is a dance over stock and stone: I am the hunter,--wilt thou be my hound, or my chamois anon? ¶2836
• Now beside me! And quickly, wickedly springing! Now up! And over!--Alas! I have fallen myself overswinging! ¶2837
• Oh, see me lying, thou arrogant one, and imploring grace! Gladly would I walk with thee--in some lovelier place! ¶2838
• --In the paths of love, through bushes variegated, quiet, trim! Or there along the lake, where gold-fishes dance and swim! ¶2839
• Thou art now a-weary? There above are sheep and sun-set stripes: is it not sweet to sleep--the shepherd pipes? ¶2840
• Thou art so very weary? I carry thee thither; let just thine arm sink! And art thou thirsty--I should have something; but thy mouth would not like it to drink!-- ¶2841
• --Oh, that cursed, nimble, supple serpent and lurking-witch! Where art thou gone? But in my face do I feel through thy hand, two spots and red blotches itch! ¶2842
• I am verily weary of it, ever thy sheepish shepherd to be. Thou witch, if I have hitherto sung unto thee, now shalt THOU--cry unto me! ¶2843
• To the rhythm of my whip shalt thou dance and cry! I forget not my whip?--Not I!"-- ¶2844
• Then did Life answer me thus, and kept thereby her fine ears closed: ¶2846
• "O Zarathustra! Crack not so terribly with thy whip! Thou knowest surely that noise killeth thought,--and just now there came to me such delicate thoughts. ¶2847
• We are both of us genuine ne'er-do-wells and ne'er-do-ills. Beyond good and evil found we our island and our green meadow--we two alone! Therefore must we be friendly to each other! ¶2848
• And even should we not love each other from the bottom of our hearts,--must we then have a grudge against each other if we do not love each other perfectly? ¶2849
• And that I am friendly to thee, and often too friendly, that knowest thou: and the reason is that I am envious of thy Wisdom. Ah, this mad old fool, Wisdom! ¶2850
• If thy Wisdom should one day run away from thee, ah! then would also my love run away from thee quickly."-- ¶2851
• Thereupon did Life look thoughtfully behind and around, and said softly: "O Zarathustra, thou art not faithful enough to me! ¶2852
• Thou lovest me not nearly so much as thou sayest; I know thou thinkest of soon leaving me. ¶2853
• There is an old heavy, heavy, booming-clock: it boometh by night up to thy cave:-- ¶2854
• --When thou hearest this clock strike the hours at midnight, then thinkest thou between one and twelve thereon-- ¶2855
• --Thou thinkest thereon, O Zarathustra, I know it--of soon leaving me!"-- ¶2856
• "Yea," answered I, hesitatingly, "but thou knowest it also"--And I said something into her ear, in amongst her confused, yellow, foolish tresses. ¶2857
• "Thou KNOWEST that, O Zarathustra? That knoweth no one--" ¶2858
• And we gazed at each other, and looked at the green meadow o'er which the cool evening was just passing, and we wept together.--Then, however, was Life dearer unto me than all my Wisdom had ever been.-- ¶2859
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed? ¶2865
• "From deepest dream I've woke and plead:-- ¶2869
• "And deeper than the day could read. ¶2873
• "Joy--deeper still than grief can be: ¶2877
• "Want deep profound eternity!" ¶2883
• If I be a diviner and full of the divining spirit which wandereth on high mountain-ridges, 'twixt two seas,-- ¶2888
• Wandereth 'twixt the past and the future as a heavy cloud--hostile to sultry plains, and to all that is weary and can neither die nor live: ¶2889
• Ready for lightning in its dark bosom, and for the redeeming flash of light, charged with lightnings which say Yea! which laugh Yea! ready for divining flashes of lightning:-- ¶2890
• --Blessed, however, is he who is thus charged! And verily, long must he hang like a heavy tempest on the mountain, who shall one day kindle the light of the future!-- ¶2891
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2892
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2893
• If ever my wrath hath burst graves, shifted landmarks, or rolled old shattered tables into precipitous depths: ¶2896
• If ever my scorn hath scattered mouldered words to the winds, and if I have come like a besom to cross-spiders, and as a cleansing wind to old charnel-houses: ¶2897
• If ever I have sat rejoicing where old Gods lie buried, world-blessing, world-loving, beside the monuments of old world-maligners:-- ¶2898
• --For even churches and Gods'-graves do I love, if only heaven looketh through their ruined roofs with pure eyes; gladly do I sit like grass and red poppies on ruined churches-- ¶2899
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2900
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2901

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