《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第二部》第18节
Like a storm do the suns pursue their courses: that is their travelling. Their inexorable will do they follow: that is their coldness. Oh, ye only is it, ye dark, nightly ones, that extract warmth from the shining ones! Oh, ye only drink milk and refreshment from the light’s udders! Ah, there is ice around me; my hand burneth with the iciness! Ah, there is thirst in me; it panteth after your thirst! ‘Tis night: alas, that I have to be light! And thirst for the nightly! And lonesomeness! ‘Tis night: now doth my longing break forth in me as a fountain,—for speech do I long. ‘Tis night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul also is a gushing fountain. ‘Tis night: now do all songs of loving ones awake. And my soul also is the song of a loving one.— Thus sang Zarathustra.
注释摘要
至此，查拉图斯特拉的语调陡然一转，从白日的教诲与讥刺，沉入了一种全然不同的音域。这《夜之歌》不是对弟子或敌人的宣讲，而是孤独者在深夜面对自己灵魂的涌流。他不再是那个站在广场上宣布上帝已死的先知，而是一个因自身的光辉过度丰盈而受苦的太阳。 夜的降临是一种翻转：白日里所有的喷泉都在流淌、给予，但它们的声音被白昼的喧嚣所掩盖。只有在夜里，当一切接收者都沉寂下去，…