查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
XLVIII. Before Sunrise.
O heaven above me, thou pure, thou deep heaven! Thou abyss of light!Gazing on thee, I tremble with divine desires.
Up to thy height to toss myself--that is MY depth! In thy purity to hidemyself--that is MINE innocence!
The God veileth his beauty: thus hidest thou thy stars. Thou speakestnot: THUS proclaimest thou thy wisdom unto me.
Mute o'er the raging sea hast thou risen for me to-day; thy love and thymodesty make a revelation unto my raging soul.
In that thou camest unto me beautiful, veiled in thy beauty, in that thouspakest unto me mutely, obvious in thy wisdom:
Oh, how could I fail to divine all the modesty of thy soul! BEFORE the sundidst thou come unto me--the lonesomest one.
We have been friends from the beginning: to us are grief, gruesomeness,and ground common; even the sun is common to us.
whenI meant to bless thee.
We do not speak to each other, because we know too much--: we keep silentto each other, we smile our knowledge to each other.
Art thou not the light of my fire? Hast thou not the sister-soul of mineinsight?
Together did we learn everything; together did we learn to ascend beyondourselves to ourselves, and to smile uncloudedly:--
--Uncloudedly to smile down out of luminous eyes and out of miles ofdistance, when under us constraint and purpose and guilt steam like rain.
And wandered I alone, for WHAT did my soul hunger by night and inlabyrinthine paths? And climbed I mountains, WHOM did I ever seek, if notthee, upon mountains?
And all my wandering and mountain-climbing: a necessity was it merely, anda makeshift of the unhandy one:--to FLY only, wanteth mine entire will, tofly into THEE!
And what have I hated more than passing clouds, and whatever tainteth thee?And mine own hatred have I even hated, because it tainted thee!
The passing clouds I detest--those stealthy cats of prey: they take fromthee and me what is common to us--the vast unbounded Yea- and Amen-saying.
that is the oldest nobility.
These mediators and mixers we detest--the passing clouds: those half-and-half ones, that have neither learned to bless nor to curse from the heart.
Rather will I sit in a tub under a closed heaven, rather will I sit in theabyss without heaven, than see thee, thou luminous heaven, tainted withpassing clouds!
And oft have I longed to pin them fast with the jagged gold-wires oflightning, that I might, like the thunder, beat the drum upon their kettle-bellies:--
--An angry drummer, because they rob me of thy Yea and Amen!--thou heavenabove me, thou pure, thou luminous heaven! Thou abyss of light!--becausethey rob thee of MY Yea and Amen.
For rather will I have noise and thunders and tempest-blasts, than thisdiscreet, doubting cat-repose; and also amongst men do I hate most of allthe soft-treaders, and half-and-half ones, and the doubting, hesitating,passing clouds.
And "he who cannot bless shall LEARN to curse!"--this clear teaching droptunto me from the clear heaven; this star standeth in my heaven even in darknights.
I, however, am a blesser and a Yea-sayer, if thou be but around me, thoupure, thou luminous heaven! Thou abyss of light!--into all abysses do Ithen carry my beneficent Yea-saying.
A blesser have I become and a Yea-sayer: and therefore strove I long andwas a striver, that I might one day get my hands free for blessing.
This, however, is my blessing: to stand above everything as its ownheaven, its round roof, its azure bell and eternal security: and blessedis he who thus blesseth!
For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good andevil; good and evil themselves, however, are but fugitive shadows and dampafflictions and passing clouds.
Verily, it is a blessing and not a blasphemy when I teach that "above allthings there standeth the heaven of chance, the heaven of innocence, theheaven of hazard, the heaven of wantonness."
"Of Hazard"--that is the oldest nobility in the world; that gave I back toall things; I emancipated them from bondage under purpose.
This freedom and celestial serenity did I put like an azure bell above allthings, when I taught that over them and through them, no "eternal Will"--willeth.
This wantonness and folly did I put in place of that Will, when I taughtthat "In everything there is one thing impossible--rationality!"
A LITTLE reason, to be sure, a germ of wisdom scattered from star to star--this leaven is mixed in all things: for the sake of folly, wisdom is mixedin all things!
A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I foundin all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.
O heaven above me! thou pure, thou lofty heaven! This is now thy purityunto me, that there is no eternal reason-spider and reason-cobweb:--
--That thou art to me a dancing-floor for divine chances, that thou art tome a table of the Gods, for divine dice and dice-players!--
But thou blushest? Have I spoken unspeakable things? Have I abused, whenI meant to bless thee?
Or is it the shame of being two of us that maketh thee blush!--Dost thoubid me go and be silent, because now--DAY cometh?
The world is deep:--and deeper than e'er the day could read. Noteverything may be uttered in presence of day. But day cometh: so let uspart!
O heaven above me, thou modest one! thou glowing one! O thou, my happinessbefore sunrise! The day cometh: so let us part!--
Thus spake Zarathustra.