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In the fading light of dusk, When the dew s solace begins To well down to the earth, Invisible, as well as unheard For the comforter dew slips on Delicate footwear as all gentle consolers Then do you remember, hot heart, remember How once you thirsted After heavenly tears and dewdrops, Scorched and weary, thirsting While on yellow paths of grass The spiteful evening glances of the sun Ran around you through black trees, Glowing sun-glances, dazzling with malicious delight. The suitor of truth you?" thus they mocked me "No! Only a poet! A cunning, plundering, stealthy beast, That must lie, That knowingly, willingly must lie, Lusting after prey, Colorfully masked, Self-shrouded, Prey for itself This the suitor of truth? ... Only fool! Only poet! Merely speaking colorfully, From fools masks shouting colorfully, Climbing about on deceptive word-bridges, On misleading rainbows, Between false heavens Rambling, lurking Only fool! Only poet! This the suitor of truth? ... Not still, stiff, smooth, cold, Become an image, A pillar of God, Not set up before temples, A god s gatekeeper: No! hostile to all such truth statues, More at home in any desert than in temples, Fraught with cats mischief, Leaping through every window Swiftly! into every chance, Sniffing for every jungle, That you in jungles Among motley-shagged beasts of prey Would run sinfully sound and beautiful and colorful, With lusting animal lips, Blissfully sneering, blissfully hellish, blissfully bloodthirsty, Plundering, prowling, lying would run ... Or like the eagle that, for a long time, A long time gazes with a fixed stare into abysses, Into its abysses ...
. panther-like.. this is your bliss. Down. sick from the light Sank downward. remember How you thirsted then? That I be exiled From all truth! Only fool! Only poet!. hot heart.. With every stealthy step At rose hammocks Scything.. shadowward. till they sink. Weary of day. And laughing while tearing This. down under. Right down. with lambs milk-goodwill . You that have looked upon man As god and as sheep Tearing to pieces the god in man As well as the sheep in man. Hating all lamb-souls. eveningward.. When just as the moon s sickle In between green and crimson-reds Enviously creeps The day s enemy. By one truth Burnt and thirsty Do you still remember. Suddenly.Oh how they spiral downward. A panther s and eagle s bliss. Out of my truth-madness. You fool! You poet!... . Into ever deeper depths! Then. Among Daughters of the Desert 1. Dull. Grimly hating whatever looks Virtuous. sheepish. Sink down pale in nightfall: Thus I myself once sank. In the fading light of dusk. A poet s and fool s bliss! .. hot-hungry. Are the poet s longings. Are your longings under a thousand masks. Lusting for lambs. Thus Eagle-like. Plummeting straight down Wings pulled out To pounce on lambs. Out of my day-longings. curly-wooled.
The desert grows: woe to him in whom deserts hide. much evening. Stay with us other wise our old dull affliction might seize us again. These kings here may still put on a pleasant countenance: but had they no witnes ses. when they were not dancing. forsooth! but without clouds: riddles that let themselves be guessed: for such girls I then conceived an after-dinner psalm. but without thoughts. and oriental. melancholy old Europe! At that time I loved such Oriental girls and other blue skies. of damp melancholy.. You would not believe how dutifully they sat there. he had already seized the harp of the old magician. At last he began to sing with a kind of roar. and behold. crossed his legs and looked around. who called himself Zarathustra s shadow.. unless oh forgive an old memory! Forgive me an old after-dinner song. th at good pious pope there has tears in his eyes and has again embarked on the sea of melancholy. much musty air! You have nourished us with strong food for men and fortifying maxims: do not let the frail effeminate spirits seize us again for dessert! You alone make the air around you strong and clear! Have I ever found such good air on earth than with you in your cave? I have seen many lands. I wager that for them too the wicked game would recommence The wicked game of drifting clouds. composed and wise: but with his nostrils he drew in the air slowly and inquiringly. 3. over which no clo uds and no thoughts hung. clear. like ribboned riddles. as one tastes the new air in a foreign land.. like aft er-dinner nuts Colorful and strange. 2. and before anyon e answered him. much cloud.. Thus spoke the wanderer. For with them the air was equally good. . damp. Ha! Solemn! A worthy beginning! Solemnly African! Worthy of a lion Or of a moral screaming monkey . deep. of imposing skies. like little secrets.Don't go! said the wanderer who called himself Zarathustra s shadow. my nose has learned to test and assess many kinds of air : but with you my nostrils taste their greatest delight! Unless . of st olen suns. of howling autumn winds The wicked game of our own howling and cries of distress: Stay with us. whi ch I once composed among the daughters of the desert. That old magician has already given us his worst for our benefit. never was I farther away from cloudy. Zarathus tra! Here there is much concealed misery that wants to speak.
Brown. snow-white. But even more for girlish Ice-cold. gold-oozing. Like a date. You most beloved maidens. I lie here.) I sit here. through among you. At whose feet I. You most beloved maidens. gulped down By this smallest oasis It just opened up yawning Its lovely mouth. For I come from Europe. more sinful Wishes and notions Surrounded by you. Just like even smaller. Down. all-too-similar To the aforesaid Mediterranean fruit.But nothing for you. Hail. sniffing the best air. May God improve it! Amen! Here I now sit. You silent. Selah. If he let his guest be so Well off! you understand My learned allusion? . If it was as Lovely an oasis-belly As this: yet I cast doubt on it. In this smallest oasis. Hail to his belly. cutting Biting-teeth: for after these The hearts of all hot dates lust. A European under palm trees. Similar. you ominous Girl-kittens Dudu und Suleika Ensphinxed. with little Winged beetles Dancing about and playing around.. . Selah. And in no way desolate: To wit.. hail to that whale. Am allowed to sit. to cram a lot of Feelings into one word ( May God forgive me This sin of speech! . More foolish. Lusting for the round mouth of a girl. Selah.. Which is more doubt-addicted than any nagging old wife. Near the desert and yet So far from the desert again. Truly wonderful! Here I now sit.. The most redolent of all little mouths: Then I fell in. sweet through.
most delicate Fanned-. mild air. blond-maned Lion-monster? Or maybe even Gnawed off. and flittering-.. Suleika! Courage! Courage! Weep no more. alas! alas! Nibbled off! Selah.Verily. Be it by chance Or did it happen from wantonness? As the old poets tell. As good air as ever Fell down from the moon. The other leg? At least in vain I sought the missing Twin-jewel Namely.. Thus I sit here. gold-striped. Bends and arches and sways at the hips One does it too.. have my doubts. always only on one little leg? For she has forgotten. The other leg! Oh what a shame about that lovely other leg! Where whence may it be lamenting forsaken. as it would seem to me. if you would. nibbled off Pitiful. Soft hearts! Weep not. Like a dancer. Without future. And watch the palm tree. air of paradise. As it. Yet I. without memories. For I come From Europe. and tinseled-tutus. . She has lost it . like a dancer. It is gone.. Which is more doubt-addicted than any nagging old wife. a sceptic. Has stood too long. you fair maidens. May God improve it! Amen! Drinking in this fairest air.. My nostrils swollen like goblets. if one watches long . Yes. you Most beloved maidens. who. the other leg In the holy proximity Of her most beloved. you Date-hearts! Milk-bosoms! You little-licoriceHeart-sacs! Be a man. This lonely leg? Perhaps in fear of a Grim. yellow. Oh my! oh my! oh my! oh my! oh my!. Gone forever.. Quite believe me. Oh weep not. Clear. it would seem to me. precariously long Always.
Fall 1883 20  (Notes for Thus Spoke Zarathustra) : Of the One Victory. Sportive and profound.. Do not forget. reflective.. Rejoicing in that he triumphed dying: Commanding while he died And he commanded that one destroy . heart-fortifying Be called for here? An anointed maxim? A more solemn exhortation? . its life is to chew . God help me! Amen! The desert grows: woe to him in whom deserts hide! Stone grinds against stone. Cf. are death. Glowing brown monstrous death stares And chews. Ha! Up. You most beloved maidens. As a European. dignity! Blow. Roar like a moral lion before the daughters of the desert! For virtuous howling. The gravest among victors... the desert devours and strangles. KSA 10. . As once I saw him die The friend who threw divine thunderbolts and Glances into my dark youth. Notebooks. Bellows of virtue! Ha! Once more roar. calculating: Trembling because he triumphed. A fate standing upon his fate. Roar morally. European ravenous appetite! And yet here I stand.. To die thus. the desert. consumed by lust: you are the stone. blow again. Hard.Pale Dudu! Or should perhaps Something fortifying.. Is more than anything European fervor.. destroying .. I cannot do else. As once I saw him die Vanquishing.. A dancer in the battle The most cheerful among warriors. 594. man. Ultimate Will To die thus..
it scoffs: One must have wings. if one loves the abyss . that he tri umphed dying commanding while he died: and he commanded that one destroy and not be sparing Oh you my will. With mad laughter. Why so steadfast? Cruelly. ca lculating.. Old and New Tables 30. hanged one! . One must not remain suspended. you my necessity! [Cf.. the steadfast patient sufferer. and where the chosen flags of the enemy neared. Zarathustra. my in-me. among the victors the gravest. who threw divine momen ts and lightning into my dark youth sportive and profound. Solitary . Like you. where The rock itself tremors Gazing into the depths It tarries at abysses. just as the spruce? Its roots shoot down... Thus Spoke Zarathustra. standing on his fate trembling about it. A bird of prey perhaps: who might well hang. silent. reflective. laughing about it. Solitary! Who would even venture To be a guest here. firm. storming forward for joy even in the storm of battle. Where everything around Tends to fall: Amid the impatience Of the rough boulders and torrential streams Patiently enduring.. for ward in bloody pain. you gift of my so ul and turning point of all need..Thus. Still love the abyss Do you. Gloating delightfully in its coat. over-me! you my necessity! Give that I also conquer and save me up for this one victory! Preserve and save me up and guard me from all small victories. as once I saw him conquering and dying: the friend. To be your guest? . How quickly The depths swallow them! But you.] Amid Birds of Prey Whoever tends to descend here. A bird of prey s laughter .. among the dying the most cheerful..
. Upon all your stilted pride! Recently still the godless hermit. A prisoner now. One who no longer stands upright! You are deeply rooted in your tomb. Tangled spirit! . One who drew the hardest lot: In your own shaft Laboring bent over..Oh Zarathustra... Paired in your own knowledge.. The snare of all virtue.. Your own prey. Digging into yourself. Lurking. Without aid. One who is sick from snake venom. Weary from every hurt. Amid a hundred dubious Memories. The arrow of evil! Now Hunted by yourself. You sought the heaviest burden Yet found yourself Cannot cast off yourself from you. And yet recently so proud. Bored into yourself . . Self-knower! Self-hangman! Why did you bind yourself With the rope of your wisdom? Why did you seduce yourself Into the paradise of the ancient serpent? Why did you crawl into yourself In you into you? An invalid now.. Amid a hundred reflections Before your false self. Stiff. A corpse Overpiled by a hundred burdens. Crouching. Excavating yourself. Strangled by your own rope.. Cruelest nimrod! Recently still a hunter of God. By your overburdens. Now Alone with yourself. Chilled by every frost. One in the know! A self-knower! The wise Zarathustra! .
hanged man! . A stone altar steeply piled up. They'll certainly dissolve you. who loves me still? Give warm hands! Give the heart s brazier! Prone. Zarathustra lit his mountain fire. Into a seventh solitude. Around you. Self-knower! . Why did Zarathustra flee from animals and men? Why did he run away suddenly from all settled lands? Six solitudes he knew already But the sea itself was not lonely enough for him. Lost mariners! Wreckage of ancient stars! You seas of the future! Unexplored sky! Now I cast my hook towards all solitary ones: Give an answer to the impatience of the flame. My seventh ultimate solitude! Ariadne s Lament Who will warm me. Insatiable for new expanses To blaze upward.. literally: The Fire Signal. Bends its neck towards ever purer heights A raised serpent of impatience: This signal I placed before me.. he casts a hook over his head.. Searching now. their enigma... Oh Zarathustra! . Self-hangman! .. The question mark for those who have answers .. Now Between two voids One who is twisted. where an island grew between seas.. My soul is this flame. A weary enigma An enigma for birds of prey . fisherman on high mountains.. The beacon for mariners driven off course.. Catch me. The scarlet prince of all arrogance! . A question mark. This flame with a white-grey belly Flickers its greedy tongue into the cold beyond. on the mountain he became the flame. shuddering ." Indeed they flutter about you.The co-settler with the devil.... The Beacon [ Das Feuerzeichen. upward in silent passion. They no doubt hunger after your dissolution. The island let him rise.. Here beneath blackened sky. ] Here.
. already much too close! You hear me breathing... Shaken. only your prey. whose feet are warmed. torment? Why torment me. Your scornful eye. Cruelest hunter! Your proudest prisoner. You unknown god. Ah. Struck By you. Most jealous one! What are you jealous of anyway? Away! Away! What s the ladder for? Do you want inside. Strike deeper! Strike one more time! Stab. Writhing. Thought! Nameless! Cloaked! Horrid! You hunter behind clouds! Struck down by your lightning. Hunted by you. Only to torment. tormented By all the eternal afflictions. Would you get into my heart. cruelest hunter.Like one half dead. Unweary of human agony. glaring at me out of the dark! Thus I lie. With the spiteful lightning eyes of gods? You do not wish to kill. You torturer! You executioner-god! Or am I.. eager due to my Love for you fawning over you? In vain! It stabs again! Cruelest sting! I am not your dog. To wallow before you? Devoted.. What do you want? Speak! You push me. alas! by unknown fevers. break this heart! Why all this affliction With blunt-toothed arrows? How can you gaze evermore. You spiteful unknown god? Aha! You creep closer Around midnight?. like a dog. And enter My most secret thoughts? Shameless one! Unknown! Thief! What do you wish to steal for yourself? What do you wish to hear for yourself? What will you gain by torture. press upon me. You eavesdrop on my heart. twisted. Trembling at pointed arrows of glacial frost.
. the loneliest one.... Speak finally! You. Dionysus becomes visible in emerald beauty. come back. Cruelest enemy Yourself!. My unknown. My unknown god! my pain! My ultimate happiness!.. Gone! He has fled. My only companion. What? A ransom? What do you want for ransom? Demand much so advises my pride! And talk little my pride advises as well! Aha! Me? you want me? Me all of me?.. You have little ears. I am your labyrinth.. Give me. Ariadne!. Oh. Fame and Eternity .. A lightening bolt. No! Come back! With all your afflictions! All my tears gush forth To you they stream And the last flames of my heart Glow for you. cloaked by lightning! Unknown! Speak! What do you want... Give the heart s brazier. You wrack my pride? Give me love who warms me still? Who loves me still? Give warm hands. My executioner-god!.... from me?... alas! whom ice sevenfold Has taught to yearn for enemies. Aha! And tormenting me. in order to love oneself?.. surrender to me. highwayman. Dionysus: Be clever.. yes. Ice. My splendid enemy. Even for my enemies Give..You robber behind clouds. fool that you are. you have my ears: Put a clever word in them! Must one not first hate oneself.
One who long lies in wait But suddenly. one who has a last cover! Into bed with you. They are all virtuous. terrible. It will pay virtue-prattling With fame-rattling The world lives on this noise . This coin. a curse Now Zarathustra s wrath cuts across the mountains. Where hate and lightning-flash Become one..1. A basilisk-egg Out of your long misery. Bright.. you weakling! Now rolling thunder over the vaults. Why did Zarathustra sneak along the mountains? Distrustful... But offer much! Jingle with a full purse! Otherwise you fortify them. with which All the world pays. Fame and virtue it rhymes. a blast Heavenwards out of the abyss: The mountains themselves shake from The bowels of the earth . Then flickering lightning and sulphur-yellow truths Zarathustra curses . as the beams and wall. Fame I grasp this coin with gloves. [Ruhm und Tugend das reimt sich. Who wants to be paid? Those for sale . lightning.. Then shaking. Whoever is for sale. gloomy. How long will you sit on your misfortune? Watch out! You hatch me yet Another egg. 2. You fortify their virtue .. Before all the virtuous . Sneak off. ulcerous.. With disgust I trample it under me.. ] As long as the world lives... seizes With sticky hands All the world s coin-jingle-jangle fame! You want to buy them? They're all for sale. A storm-cloud creeps along its way.
my delighted wisdom! Up there I see Rolling seas of light: Oh night.. Sign of necessity! Supreme star of being! That no desire attains. That no No desecrates.. Supreme star of being! Tablet of eternal forms! You come towards me? Why hasn t anyone beheld Your mute beauty Why doesn t it escape my gaze? Sign of necessity! Tablet of eternal forms! But of course you know it: What everyone hates.. Eternal Yes of being. Fame I grasp this coin with gloves. What I alone love. I see a sign From the distant beyond A glittering constellation slowly sinks towards me. That you are eternal! That you are necessary! My love is ever ignited Only through necessity.. Eternally I am your Yes: For I love you. This coin. oh deathly silent uproar!. 4. With disgust I trample it under me. Hush! From great things I see a great deal! One should keep silent Or speak greatly: Speak greatly. Called guilty of each great offence! Before all fame-trumpets My ambition will become a worm Among those I desire To be the lowest . 3. with which All the world pays. oh silence. O eternity! On the Poverty of the Richest For ten years now ...I want to be guilty.
from bronzed love I break off only a ripe truth from the tree. I entice them so that they come: Give shade to me with your udders! I want to milk You cows on high! Milkwarm wisdom. truths That gloomily watch over you! I do not want to see on my mountains Bitter impatient truths. prodigal of all wisdom. Zarathustra? Suffering today from tenderness. Today I want to be hospitable To the unwelcome. waits in his mountains In his own juice Becoming sweet and stewed. Zarathustra waits seated. Clever enough To lead chance along like a child. A thawing wind. More light. It flits about like oil over brown seas: Thanks to this soul one calls me the happy one. Begone. my trickling dew. Insatiable with its tongue. Underneath his summit. No humid wind. It always floats again to the top. begone. My own rain for the yellowed desert! Once I commanded the clouds To move away from my mountains Once I spoke. I don't even want to be sharp against destiny Zarathustra is not a hedgehog. Me. Underneath his ice. . to outfox it. sweet dew of love I pour over the land. no dew of love A rainless land Now I beseech my wisdom Not to become miserly in this drought: Pour out of me. animal of enigmas.No drop has reached me. Me. Who are father and mother to me? Is not my father the prince of superabundance And my mother tranquil laughter? Did not these two in bond of marriage create Me. unfriendly light. It has dived down into every depth But ever like a cork. for your shady places!" Today. My soul. Today the truth approaches Me with a gilded smile Sweetened by the sun. Today I stretch out my hand To the curls of chance. Has already licked all the good and bad things.
. Charming. Its happiness climbs slowly Unto me by broad stairs: Come.. A creator on his seventh day. But you yourself are the superfluous one! Be clever... But you thank everyone Who takes from you: Hence. come.. I am cast into shadow by your light I shiver: go away.. You give away yourself. No one thanks you any longer. You make too many poor. Zarathustra! You look like one Who has swallowed gold: One day they must slit open your belly!. I see you as the poorest of all the rich ones! You sacrifice yourself. She found the base of my happiness She found me ha! how did she figure it out? A crimson dragon lurks Within the abyss of her girl-glance. Go. oh Zarathustra! For ten years now And no drop has reached you? No humid wind? no dew of love? But who ought to love thee as well. Hush! A truth glides over me Like a cloud It strikes me with invisible lightning. your wealth torments you. beloved truth! Hush! It s my truth! From demurring eyes. Hush! My truth speaks! Dear you.. you rich one. evil. you rich one! First give away yourself. give away your superabundance. away from your sun!. Zarathustra.Weary and blissful... Over-rich-one. Makes a dearth of love A rainless land. From velvet shudderings Its glance strikes at me. You corruptor of many! You make too many envious. You would like to give... You are too rich. You over-rich-one? Your happiness creates nothing but aridity. the glance of a girl.
One loves only the suffering man.You don't take care of yourself. But no one thanks you any longer. you don't love yourself. You must become poorer. Great agony always compels you. oh Zarathustra! I am your truth. One gives love only to the hungry man: First give away yourself.. Unwise wise one! If you wish to be loved... The agony of an overflowing barn.. . an overabundant heart.