(1844 - 1900)
Thus Spake Zarathustra
sublime one saw I today, a solemn one, a penitent of the
spirit: Oh, how my soul laughed at his ugliness! (thus
59.The Second Dance Song
"INTO thine eyes gazed
I lately, O Life: gold saw I gleam in thy night-eyes,- my
heart stood still with delight:
-A golden bark saw I gleam
on darkened waters, a sinking, drinking, reblinking, golden
At my dance-frantic foot, dost
thou cast a glance, a laughing, questioning, melting, thrown
Twice only movedst thou thy
rattle with thy little hands- then did my feet swing with
dance-fury.My heels reared aloft, my toes they hearkened,-
thee they would know: hath not the dancer his ear- in his
Unto thee did I spring: then
fledst thou back from my bound; and towards me waved thy fleeing,
flying tresses round!
Away from thee did I spring,
and from thy snaky tresses: then stoodst thou there half-turned,
and in thine eye caresses.
With crooked glances- dost
thou teach me crooked courses; on crooked courses learn my
feet- crafty fancies!
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!
For thee, whose coldness inflameth,
whose hatred misleadeth, whose flight enchaineth, whose mockery-
-Who would not hate thee, thou
great bindress, in-windress, temptress, seekress, findress!
Who would not love thee, thou innocent, impatient, wind-swift,
Whither pullest thou me now,
thou paragon and tomboy? And now foolest thou me fleeing;
thou sweet romp dost annoy!
I dance after thee, I follow
even faint traces lonely. Where art thou? Give me thy hand!
Or thy finger only!
Here are caves and thickets:
we shall go astray!- Halt! Stand still! Seest thou not owls
and bats in fluttering fray?
Thou bat! Thou owl! Thou wouldst
play me foul? Where are we? From the dogs hast thou learned
thus to bark and howl.
Thou gnashest on me sweetly
with little white teeth; thine evil eyes shoot out upon me,
thy curly little mane from underneath!
This is a dance over stock
and stone: I am the hunter,- wilt thou be my hound, or my
Now beside me! And quickly,
wickedly springing! Now up! And over!Alas! I have fallen myself
Oh, see me lying, thou arrogant
one, and imploring grace! Gladly would I walk with thee- in
some lovelier place!
-In the paths of love, through
bushes variegated, quiet, trim! Or there along the lake, where
gold-fishes dance and swim!
Thou art now a-weary? There
above are sheep and sun-set stripes: is it not sweet to sleep-
the shepherd pipes?
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!-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!
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!
To the rhythm of my whip shalt
thou dance and cry! I forget not my whip?- Not I!"
Then did Life answer me thus,
and kept thereby her fine ears closed:
"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
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!
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?
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,
If thy Wisdom should one day
run away from thee, ah! then would also my love run away from
Thereupon did Life look thoughtfully
behind and around, and said softly: "O Zarathustra, thou
art not faithful enough to me!
Thou lovest me not nearly so
much as thou sayest; I know thou thinkest of soon leaving
There is an old heavy, heavy,
booming-clock: it boometh by night up to thy cave:-When thou
hearest this clock strike the hours at midnight, then thinkest
thou between one and twelve thereon-Thou thinkest thereon,
O Zarathustra, I know it- of soon leaving me!"Yea,"
answered I, hesitatingly, "but thou knowest it also"-
And I said something into her ear, in amongst her confused,
yellow, foolish tresses.
"Thou knowest that, O
Zarathustra? That knoweth no one- -"
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.
Thus spake Zarathustra.
O man! Take heed!
What saith deep midnight's
"I slept my sleep
"From deepest dream I've
woke and plead:
"The world is deep,
"And deeper than the day
"Deep is its woe
"Joy- deeper still than
grief can be:
"Woe saith: Hence! Go!
"But joys all want eternity
"Want deep profound eternity!"
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science