Фридрих Ницше - Thus Spake Zarathustra

Or perhaps of a virtuous howl–monkey—

—But it's naught to you,

Ye friendly damsels dearly loved,

At whose own feet to me,

The first occasion,

To a European under palm–trees,

A seat is now granted. Selah.

Wonderful, truly!

Here do I sit now,

The desert nigh, and yet I am

So far still from the desert,

Even in naught yet deserted:

That is, I'm swallowed down

By this the smallest oasis—:

—It opened up just yawning,

Its loveliest mouth agape,

Most sweet–odoured of all mouthlets:

Then fell I right in,

Right down, right through—in 'mong you,

Ye friendly damsels dearly loved! Selah.

Hail! hail! to that whale, fishlike,

If it thus for its guest's convenience

Made things nice!—(ye well know,

Surely, my learned allusion?)

Hail to its belly,

If it had e'er

A such loveliest oasis–belly

As this is: though however I doubt about it,

—With this come I out of Old–Europe,

That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any

Elderly married woman.

May the Lord improve it!

Amen!

Here do I sit now,

In this the smallest oasis,

Like a date indeed,

Brown, quite sweet, gold–suppurating,

For rounded mouth of maiden longing,

But yet still more for youthful, maidlike,

Ice–cold and snow–white and incisory

Front teeth: and for such assuredly,

Pine the hearts all of ardent date–fruits. Selah.

To the there–named south–fruits now,

Similar, all–too–similar,

Do I lie here; by little

Flying insects

Round–sniffled and round–played,

And also by yet littler,

Foolisher, and peccabler

Wishes and phantasies,—

Environed by you,

Ye silent, presentientest

Maiden–kittens,

Dudu and Suleika,

—ROUNDSPHINXED, that into one word

I may crowd much feeling:

(Forgive me, O God,

All such speech–sinning!)

—Sit I here the best of air sniffling,

Paradisal air, truly,

Bright and buoyant air, golden–mottled,

As goodly air as ever

From lunar orb downfell—

Be it by hazard,

Or supervened it by arrogancy?

As the ancient poets relate it.

But doubter, I'm now calling it

In question: with this do I come indeed

Out of Europe,

That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any

Elderly married woman.

May the Lord improve it!

Amen.

This the finest air drinking,

With nostrils out–swelled like goblets,

Lacking future, lacking remembrances

Thus do I sit here, ye

Friendly damsels dearly loved,

And look at the palm–tree there,

How it, to a dance–girl, like,

Doth bow and bend and on its haunches bob,

—One doth it too, when one view'th it long!—

To a dance–girl like, who as it seem'th to me,

Too long, and dangerously persistent,

Always, always, just on SINGLE leg hath stood?

—Then forgot she thereby, as it seem'th to me,

The OTHER leg?

For vainly I, at least,

Did search for the amissing

Fellow–jewel

—Namely, the other leg—

In the sanctified precincts,

Nigh her very dearest, very tenderest,

Flapping and fluttering and flickering skirting.

Yea, if ye should, ye beauteous friendly ones,

Quite take my word:

She hath, alas! LOST it!

Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!

It is away!

For ever away!

The other leg!

Oh, pity for that loveliest other leg!

Where may it now tarry, all–forsaken weeping?

The lonesomest leg?

In fear perhaps before a

Furious, yellow, blond and curled

Leonine monster? Or perhaps even

Gnawed away, nibbled badly—

Most wretched, woeful! woeful! nibbled badly! Selah.

Oh, weep ye not,

Gentle spirits!

Weep ye not, ye

Date–fruit spirits! Milk–bosoms!

Ye sweetwood–heart

Purselets!

Weep ye no more,

Pallid Dudu!

Be a man, Suleika! Bold! Bold!

—Or else should there perhaps

Something strengthening, heart–strengthening,

Here most proper be?

Some inspiring text?

Some solemn exhortation?—

Ha! Up now! honour!

Moral honour! European honour!

Blow again, continue,

Bellows–box of virtue!

Ha!

Once more thy roaring,

Thy moral roaring!

As a virtuous lion

Nigh the daughters of deserts roaring!

—For virtue's out–howl,

Ye very dearest maidens,

Is more than every

European fervour, European hot–hunger!

And now do I stand here,

As European,

I can't be different, God's help to me!

Amen!

THE DESERTS GROW: WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE!

1.

After the song of the wanderer and shadow, the cave became all at once full of noise and laughter: and since the assembled guests all spake simultaneously, and even the ass, encouraged thereby, no longer remained silent, a little aversion and scorn for his visitors came over Zarathustra, although he rejoiced at their gladness. For it seemed to him a sign of convalescence. So he slipped out into the open air and spake to his animals.

"Whither hath their distress now gone?" said he, and already did he himself feel relieved of his petty disgust—"with me, it seemeth that they have unlearned their cries of distress!

—Though, alas! not yet their crying." And Zarathustra stopped his ears, for just then did the YE–A of the ass mix strangely with the noisy jubilation of those higher men.

"They are merry," he began again, "and who knoweth? perhaps at their host's expense; and if they have learned of me to laugh, still it is not MY laughter they have learned.

But what matter about that! They are old people: they recover in their own way, they laugh in their own way; mine ears have already endured worse and have not become peevish.

This day is a victory: he already yieldeth, he fleeth, THE SPIRIT OF GRAVITY, mine old arch–enemy! How well this day is about to end, which began so badly and gloomily!

And it is ABOUT TO end. Already cometh the evening: over the sea rideth it hither, the good rider! How it bobbeth, the blessed one, the home–returning one, in its purple saddles!

The sky gazeth brightly thereon, the world lieth deep. Oh, all ye strange ones who have come to me, it is already worth while to have lived with me!"

Thus spake Zarathustra. And again came the cries and laughter of the higher men out of the cave: then began he anew:

"They bite at it, my bait taketh, there departeth also from them their enemy, the spirit of gravity. Now do they learn to laugh at themselves: do I hear rightly?

My virile food taketh effect, my strong and savoury sayings: and verily, I did not nourish them with flatulent vegetables! But with warrior–food, with conqueror–food: new desires did I awaken.

New hopes are in their arms and legs, their hearts expand. They find new words, soon will their spirits breathe wantonness.

Such food may sure enough not be proper for children, nor even for longing girls old and young. One persuadeth their bowels otherwise; I am not their physician and teacher.

The DISGUST departeth from these higher men; well! that is my victory. In my domain they become assured; all stupid shame fleeth away; they empty themselves.

They empty their hearts, good times return unto them, they keep holiday and ruminate,—they become THANKFUL.

THAT do I take as the best sign: they become thankful. Not long will it be ere they devise festivals, and put up memorials to their old joys.

They are CONVALESCENTS!" Thus spake Zarathustra joyfully to his heart and gazed outward; his animals, however, pressed up to him, and honoured his happiness and his silence.