《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第三部》第2节
But thou, O Zarathustra, wouldst view the ground of everything, and its background: thus must thou mount even above thyself—up, upwards, until thou hast even thy stars UNDER thee! Yea! To look down upon myself, and even upon my stars: that only would I call my SUMMIT, that hath remained for me as my LAST summit!— Thus spake Zarathustra to himself while ascending, comforting his heart with harsh maxims: for he was sore at heart as he had never been before. And when he had reached the top of the mountain-ridge, behold, there lay the other sea spread out before him: and he stood still and was long silent. The night, however, was cold at this height, and clear and starry. I recognise my destiny, said he at last, sadly. Well! I am ready. Now hath my last lonesomeness begun. Ah, this sombre, sad sea, below me! Ah, this sombre nocturnal vexation! Ah, fate and sea! To you must I now GO DOWN! Before my highest mountain do I stand, and before my longest wandering: therefore must I first go deeper down than I ever ascended: —Deeper down into pain than I ever ascended, even into its darkest flood! So willeth my fate. Well! I am ready. Whence come the highest mountains? so did I once ask. Then did I learn that they come out of the sea. That testimony is inscribed on their stones, and on the walls of their summits. Out of the deepest must the highest come to its height.— Thus spake Zarathustra on the ridge of the mountain where it was cold: when, however, he came into the vicinity of the sea, and at last stood alone amongst the cliffs, then had he become weary on his way, and eagerer than ever before. Everything as yet sleepeth, said he; even the sea sleepeth. Drowsily and strangely doth its eye gaze upon me. But it breatheth warmly—I feel it. And I feel also that it dreameth. It tosseth about dreamily on hard pillows. Hark! Hark! How it groaneth with evil recollections! Or evil expectations? Ah, I am sad along with thee, thou dusky monster, and angry with myself even for thy sake. Ah, that my hand hath not strength enough! Gladly, indeed, would I free thee from evil dreams!— And while Zarathustra thus spake, he laughed at himself with melancholy and bitterness. What! Zarathustra, said he, wilt thou even sing consolation to the sea? Ah, thou amiable fool, Zarathustra, thou too-blindly confiding one! But thus hast thou ever been: ever hast thou approached confidently all that is terrible. Every monster wouldst thou caress. A whiff of warm breath, a little soft tuft on its paw—: and immediately wert thou ready to love and lure it.
注释摘要
查拉图斯特拉此刻正独自在午夜翻越山脊，他要前往海岛的另一侧海岸，以便天明时搭船离开幸福岛。这一段首先是他在登山途中的自我对话，然后是他抵达山脊高处、望见另一片海洋时的沉默与觉悟，最后是他下到海边面对暗沉大海时的絮语与自嘲。整个场景高度象征化：山与海、顶峰与深渊、上升与下降，构成了一幅精神运动的完整地图。 当他对自己说“你要观看万物的根基与背景，因此你必须上…