查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
LXXIX. The Drunken Song.
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Meanwhile one after another had gone out into the open air, and into thecool, thoughtful night; Zarathustra himself, however, led the ugliest manby the hand, that he might show him his night-world, and the great roundmoon, and the silvery water-falls near his cave. There they at last stoodstill beside one another; all of them old people, but with comforted, bravehearts, and astonished in themselves that it was so well with them onearth; the mystery of the night, however, came nigher and nigher to theirhearts. And anew Zarathustra thought to himself: "Oh, how well do theynow please me, these higher men!"--but he did not say it aloud, for herespected their happiness and their silence.--
Then, however, there happened that which in this astonishing long day wasmost astonishing: the ugliest man began once more and for the last time togurgle and snort, and when he had at length found expression, behold! theresprang a question plump and plain out of his mouth, a good, deep, clearquestion, which moved the hearts of all who listened to him.
"My friends, all of you," said the ugliest man, "what think ye? For thesake of this day--_I_ am for the first time content to have lived mineentire life.
And that I testify so much is still not enough for me. It is worth whileliving on the earth: one day, one festival with Zarathustra, hath taughtme to love the earth.
'Was THAT--life?' will I say unto death. 'Well! Once more!'
My friends, what think ye? Will ye not, like me, say unto death: 'WasTHAT--life? For the sake of Zarathustra, well! Once more!'"--
Thus spake the ugliest man; it was not, however, far from midnight. Andwhat took place then, think ye? As soon as the higher men heard hisquestion, they became all at once conscious of their transformation andconvalescence, and of him who was the cause thereof: then did they rush upto Zarathustra, thanking, honouring, caressing him, and kissing his hands,each in his own peculiar way; so that some laughed and some wept. The oldsoothsayer, however, danced with delight; and though he was then, as somenarrators suppose, full of sweet wine, he was certainly still fuller ofsweet life, and had renounced all weariness. There are even those whonarrate that the ass then danced: for not in vain had the ugliest manpreviously given it wine to drink. That may be the case, or it may beotherwise; and if in truth the ass did not dance that evening, therenevertheless happened then greater and rarer wonders than the dancing of anass would have been. In short, as the proverb of Zarathustra saith: "Whatdoth it matter!"
2.
When, however, this took place with the ugliest man, Zarathustra stoodthere like one drunken: his glance dulled, his tongue faltered and hisfeet staggered. And who could divine what thoughts then passed throughZarathustra's soul? Apparently, however, his spirit retreated and fled inadvance and was in remote distances, and as it were "wandering on highmountain-ridges," as it standeth written, "'twixt two seas,
It whineth, it ?
--Wandering 'twixt the past and the future as a heavy cloud." Gradually,however, while the higher men held him in their arms, he came back tohimself a little, and resisted with his hands the crowd of the honouringand caring ones; but he did not speak. All at once, however, he turned hishead quickly, for he seemed to hear something: then laid he his finger onhis mouth and said: "COME!"
And immediately it became still and mysterious round about; from the depthhowever there came up slowly the sound of a clock-bell. Zarathustralistened thereto, like the higher men; then, however, laid he his finger onhis mouth the second time, and said again: "COME! COME! IT IS GETTING ONTO MIDNIGHT!"--and his voice had changed. But still he had not moved fromthe spot. Then it became yet stiller and more mysterious, and everythinghearkened, even the ass, and Zarathustra's noble animals, the eagle and theserpent,--likewise the cave of Zarathustra and the big cool moon, and thenight itself. Zarathustra, however, laid his hand upon his mouth for thethird time, and said:
COME! COME! COME! LET US NOW WANDER! IT IS THE HOUR: LET US WANDERINTO THE NIGHT!
3.
Ye higher men, it is getting on to midnight: then will I say somethinginto your ears, as that old clock-bell saith it into mine ear,--
--As mysteriously, as frightfully, and as cordially as that midnight clock-bell speaketh it to me, which hath experienced more than one man:
--Which hath already counted the smarting throbbings of your fathers'hearts--ah! ah! how it sigheth! how it laugheth in its dream! the old,deep, deep midnight!
Hush! Hush! Then is there many a thing heard which may not be heard byday; now however, in the cool air, when even all the tumult of your heartshath become still,--
--Now doth it speak, now is it heard, now doth it steal into overwakeful,nocturnal souls: ah! ah! how the midnight sigheth! how it laugheth in itsdream!
--Hearest thou not how it mysteriously, frightfully, and cordially speakethunto THEE, the old deep, deep midnight?
O MAN, TAKE HEED!
cleverer hands,
4.
Woe to me! Whither hath time gone? Have I not sunk into deep wells? Theworld sleepeth--
Ah! Ah! The dog howleth, the moon shineth. Rather will I die, ratherwill I die, than say unto you what my midnight-heart now thinketh.
Already have I died. It is all over. Spider, why spinnest thou around me?Wilt thou have blood? Ah! Ah! The dew falleth, the hour cometh--
--The hour in which I frost and freeze, which asketh and asketh and asketh:"Who hath sufficient courage for it?
--Who is to be master of the world? Who is going to say: THUS shall yeflow, ye great and small streams!"
--The hour approacheth: O man, thou higher man, take heed! this talk isfor fine ears, for thine ears--WHAT SAITH DEEP MIDNIGHT'S VOICE INDEED?
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It carrieth me away, my soul danceth. Day's-work! Day's-work! Who is tobe master of the world?
The moon is cool, the wind is still. Ah! Ah! Have ye already flown highenough? Ye have danced: a leg, nevertheless, is not a wing.
Ye good dancers, now is all delight over: wine hath become lees, every cuphath become brittle, the sepulchres mutter.
Ye have not flown high enough: now do the sepulchres mutter: "Free thedead! Why is it so long night? Doth not the moon make us drunken?"
Ye higher men, free the sepulchres, awaken the corpses! Ah, why doth theworm still burrow? There approacheth, there approacheth, the hour,--
--There boometh the clock-bell, there thrilleth still the heart, thereburroweth still the wood-worm, the heart-worm. Ah! Ah! THE WORLD ISDEEP!
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Sweet lyre! Sweet lyre! I love thy tone, thy drunken, ranunculine tone!--how long, how far hath come unto me thy tone, from the distance, from theponds of love!
Thou old clock-bell, thou sweet lyre! Every pain hath torn thy heart,father-pain, fathers'-pain, forefathers'-pain; thy speech hath becomeripe,--
--Ripe like the golden autumn and the afternoon, like mine anchorite heart--now sayest thou: The world itself hath become ripe, the grape turnethbrown,
--Now doth it wish to die, to die of happiness. Ye higher men, do ye notfeel it? There welleth up mysteriously an odour,
--A perfume and odour of eternity, a rosy-blessed, brown, gold-wine-odourof old happiness,
--Of drunken midnight-death happiness, which singeth: the world is deep,AND DEEPER THAN THE DAY COULD READ!
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Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I am too pure for thee. Touch me not!Hath not my world just now become perfect?
My skin is too pure for thy hands. Leave me alone, thou dull, doltish,stupid day! Is not the midnight brighter?
The purest are to be masters of the world, the least known, the strongest,the midnight-souls, who are brighter and deeper than any day.
O day, thou gropest for me? Thou feelest for my happiness? For thee am Irich, lonesome, a treasure-pit, a gold chamber?
O world, thou wantest ME? Am I worldly for thee? Am I spiritual for thee?Am I divine for thee? But day and world, ye are too coarse,--
--Have cleverer hands, grasp after deeper happiness, after deeperunhappiness, grasp after some God; grasp not after me:
--Mine unhappiness, my happiness is deep, thou strange day, but yet am I noGod, no God's-hell: DEEP IS ITS WOE.
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God's woe is deeper, thou strange world! Grasp at God's woe, not at me!What am I! A drunken sweet lyre,--
--A midnight-lyre, a bell-frog, which no one understandeth, but which MUSTspeak before deaf ones, ye higher men! For ye do not understand me!
Gone! Gone! O youth! O noontide! O afternoon! Now have come eveningand night and midnight,--the dog howleth, the wind:
--Is the wind not a dog? It whineth, it barketh, it howleth. Ah! Ah! howshe sigheth! how she laugheth, how she wheezeth and panteth, the midnight!
How she just now speaketh soberly, this drunken poetess! hath she perhapsoverdrunk her drunkenness? hath she become overawake? doth she ruminate?
--Her woe doth she ruminate over, in a dream, the old, deep midnight--andstill more her joy. For joy, although woe be deep, JOY IS DEEPER STILLTHAN GRIEF CAN BE.
pain; thy speech hath becomeripe.
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Thou grape-vine! Why dost thou praise me? Have I not cut thee! I amcruel, thou bleedest--: what meaneth thy praise of my drunken cruelty?
"Whatever hath become perfect, everything mature--wanteth to die!" sosayest thou. Blessed, blessed be the vintner's knife! But everythingimmature wanteth to live: alas!
Woe saith: "Hence! Go! Away, thou woe!" But everything that sufferethwanteth to live, that it may become mature and lively and longing,
thy tone, thy drunken, ranunculine tone.
--Longing for the further, the higher, the brighter. "I want heirs," sosaith everything that suffereth, "I want children, I do not want MYSELF,"--
Joy, however, doth not want heirs, it doth not want children,--joy wantethitself, it wanteth eternity, it wanteth recurrence, it wanteth everythingeternally-like-itself.
Woe saith: "Break, bleed, thou heart! Wander, thou leg! Thou wing, fly!Onward! upward! thou pain!" Well! Cheer up! O mine old heart: WOESAITH: "HENCE! GO!"
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Ye higher men, what think ye? Am I a soothsayer? Or a dreamer? Or adrunkard? Or a dream-reader? Or a midnight-bell?
Or a drop of dew? Or a fume and fragrance of eternity? Hear ye it not?Smell ye it not? Just now hath my world become perfect, midnight is alsomid-day,--
Pain is also a joy, curse is also a blessing, night is also a sun,--goaway! or ye will learn that a sage is also a fool.
Said ye ever Yea to one joy? O my friends, then said ye Yea also unto ALLwoe. All things are enlinked, enlaced and enamoured,--
--Wanted ye ever once to come twice; said ye ever: "Thou pleasest me,happiness! Instant! Moment!" then wanted ye ALL to come back again!
--All anew, all eternal, all enlinked, enlaced and enamoured, Oh, then didye LOVE the world,--
--Ye eternal ones, ye love it eternally and for all time: and also untowoe do ye say: Hence! Go! but come back! FOR JOYS ALL WANT--ETERNITY!
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All joy wanteth the eternity of all things, it wanteth honey, it wantethlees, it wanteth drunken midnight, it wanteth graves, it wanteth grave-tears' consolation, it wanteth gilded evening-red--
--WHAT doth not joy want! it is thirstier, heartier, hungrier, morefrightful, more mysterious, than all woe: it wanteth ITSELF, it bitethinto ITSELF, the ring's will writheth in it,--
--It wanteth love, it wanteth hate, it is over-rich, it bestoweth, itthroweth away, it beggeth for some one to take from it, it thanketh thetaker, it would fain be hated,--
--So rich is joy that it thirsteth for woe, for hell, for hate, for shame,for the lame, for the WORLD,--for this world, Oh, ye know it indeed!
Ye higher men, for you doth it long, this joy, this irrepressible, blessedjoy--for your woe, ye failures! For failures, longeth all eternal joy.
For joys all want themselves, therefore do they also want grief! Ohappiness, O pain! Oh break, thou heart! Ye higher men, do learn it, thatjoys want eternity.
--Joys want the eternity of ALL things, they WANT DEEP, PROFOUND ETERNITY!
1.6.anew, all eternal.
Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well!Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!
Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," thesignification of which is "Unto all eternity!"--sing, ye higher men,Zarathustra's roundelay!
O man! Take heed!What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?"I slept my sleep--,"From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:--"The world is deep,"And deeper than the day could read."Deep is its woe--,"Joy--deeper still than grief can be:"Woe saith: Hence! Go!"But joys all want eternity-,"-Want deep, profound eternity!"