查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
XXXIII. The Grave-Song.
"Yonder is the grave-island, the silent isle; yonder also are the graves ofmy youth. Thither will I carry an evergreen wreath of life."
Resolving thus in my heart, did I sail o'er the sea.--
Oh, ye sights and scenes of my youth! Oh, all ye gleams of love, ye divinefleeting gleams! How could ye perish so soon for me! I think of you to-day as my dead ones.
From you, my dearest dead ones, cometh unto me a sweet savour, heart-opening and melting. Verily, it convulseth and openeth the heart of thelone seafarer.
Still am I the richest and most to be envied--I, the lonesomest one! For IHAVE POSSESSED you, and ye possess me still. Tell me: to whom hath thereever fallen such rosy apples from the tree as have fallen unto me?
Still am I your love's heir and heritage, blooming to your memory withmany-hued, wild-growing virtues, O ye dearest ones!
Ah, we were made to remain nigh unto each other, ye kindly strange marvels;and not like timid birds did ye come to me and my longing--nay, but astrusting ones to a trusting one!
Yea, made for faithfulness, like me, and for fond eternities, must I nowname you by your faithlessness, ye divine glances and fleeting gleams: noother name have I yet learnt.
Verily, too early did ye die for me, ye fugitives. Yet did ye not fleefrom me, nor did I flee from you: innocent are we to each other in ourfaithlessness.
To kill ME, did they strangle you, ye singing birds of my hopes! Yea, atyou, ye dearest ones, did malice ever shoot its arrows--to hit my heart!
And they hit it! Because ye were always my dearest, my possession and mypossessedness: ON THAT ACCOUNT had ye to die young, and far too early!
At my most vulnerable point did they shoot the arrow--namely, at you, whoseskin is like down--or more like the smile that dieth at a glance!
But this word will I say unto mine enemies: What is all manslaughter incomparison with what ye have done unto me!
Worse evil did ye do unto me than all manslaughter; the irretrievable didye take from me:--thus do I speak unto you, mine enemies!
Slew ye not my youth's visions and dearest marvels! My playmates took yefrom me, the blessed spirits! To their memory do I deposit this wreath andthis curse.
This curse upon you, mine enemies! Have ye not made mine eternal short, asa tone dieth away in a cold night! Scarcely, as the twinkle of divineeyes, did it come to me--as a fleeting gleam!
Thus spake once in a happy hour my purity: "Divine shall everything beunto me."
Then did ye haunt me with foul phantoms; ah, whither hath that happy hournow fled!
"All days shall be holy unto me"--so spake once the wisdom of my youth:verily, the language of a joyous wisdom!
But then did ye enemies steal my nights, and sold them to sleeplesstorture: ah, whither hath that joyous wisdom now fled?
Once did I long for happy auspices: then did ye lead an owl-monster acrossmy path, an adverse sign. Ah, whither did my tender longing then flee?
All loathing did I once vow to renounce: then did ye change my nigh onesand nearest ones into ulcerations. Ah, whither did my noblest vow thenflee?
As a blind one did I once walk in blessed ways: then did ye cast filth onthe blind one's course: and now is he disgusted with the old footpath.
And when I performed my hardest task, and celebrated the triumph of myvictories, then did ye make those who loved me call out that I then grievedthem most.
Verily, it was always your doing: ye embittered to me my best honey, andthe diligence of my best bees.
To my charity have ye ever sent the most impudent beggars; around mysympathy have ye ever crowded the incurably shameless. Thus have yewounded the faith of my virtue.
And when I offered my holiest as a sacrifice, immediately did your "piety"put its fatter gifts beside it: so that my holiest suffocated in the fumesof your fat.
And once did I want to dance as I had never yet danced: beyond all heavensdid I want to dance. Then did ye seduce my favourite minstrel.
And now hath he struck up an awful, melancholy air; alas, he tooted as amournful horn to mine ear!
Murderous minstrel, instrument of evil, most innocent instrument! Alreadydid I stand prepared for the best dance: then didst thou slay my rapturewith thy tones!
virtue.Resolving thus in my heart.
Only in the dance do I know how to speak the parable of the highestthings:--and now hath my grandest parable remained unspoken in my limbs!
Unspoken and unrealised hath my highest hope remained! And there haveperished for me all the visions and consolations of my youth!
How did I ever bear it? How did I survive and surmount such wounds? Howdid my soul rise again out of those sepulchres?
Yea, something invulnerable, unburiable is with me, something that wouldrend rocks asunder: it is called MY WILL. Silently doth it proceed, andunchanged throughout the years.
Its course will it go upon my feet, mine old Will; hard of heart is itsnature and invulnerable.
Invulnerable am I only in my heel. Ever livest thou there, and art likethyself, thou most patient one! Ever hast thou burst all shackles of thetomb!
made to remain nigh.
In thee still liveth also the unrealisedness of my youth; and as life andyouth sittest thou here hopeful on the yellow ruins of graves.
Yea, thou art still for me the demolisher of all graves: Hail to thee, myWill! And only where there are graves are there resurrections.--
Thus sang Zarathustra.