《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第三部》第50节
LVIII. THE GREAT LONGING. O my soul, I have taught thee to say “to-day” as “once on a time” and “formerly,” and to dance thy measure over every Here and There and Yonder. O my soul, I delivered thee from all by-places, I brushed down from thee dust and spiders and twilight. O my soul, I washed the petty shame and the by-place virtue from thee, and persuaded thee to stand naked before the eyes of the sun. With the storm that is called “spirit” did I blow over thy surging sea; all clouds did I blow away from it; I strangled even the strangler called “sin.” O my soul, I gave thee the right to say Nay like the storm, and to say Yea as the open heaven saith Yea: calm as the light remainest thou, and now walkest through denying storms. O my soul, I restored to thee liberty over the created and the uncreated; and who knoweth, as thou knowest, the voluptuousness of the future? O my soul, I taught thee the contempt which doth not come like worm-eating, the great, the loving contempt, which loveth most where it contemneth most. O my soul, I taught thee so to persuade that thou persuadest even the grounds themselves to thee: like the sun, which persuadeth even the sea to its height. O my soul, I have taken from thee all obeying and knee-bending and homage-paying; I have myself given thee the names, “Change of need” and “Fate.” O my soul, I have given thee new names and gay-coloured playthings, I have called thee “Fate” and “the Circuit of circuits” and “the Navel-string of time” and “the Azure bell.” O my soul, to thy domain gave I all wisdom to drink, all new wines, and also all immemorially old strong wines of wisdom. O my soul, every sun shed I upon thee, and every night and every silence and every longing:—then grewest thou up for me as a vine. O my soul, exuberant and heavy dost thou now stand forth, a vine with swelling udders and full clusters of brown golden grapes:— —Filled and weighted by thy happiness, waiting from superabundance, and yet ashamed of thy waiting. O my soul, there is nowhere a soul which could be more loving and more comprehensive and more extensive! Where could future and past be closer together than with thee? O my soul, I have given thee everything, and all my hands have become empty by thee:—and now! Now sayest thou to me, smiling and full of melancholy: “Which of us oweth thanks?— —Doth the giver not owe thanks because the receiver received? Is bestowing not a necessity? Is receiving not—pitying?”— O my soul, I understand the smiling of thy melancholy: thine over-abundance itself now stretcheth out longing hands!
注释摘要
这一节是查拉图斯特拉与自己的灵魂之间一段极其亲密、充满感恩与惊异的对话。整部书中他时常以“我的灵魂”为倾诉对象，但此前从未像这样，用一种近乎回顾一生的口吻，逐一清点他馈赠给灵魂的礼物。这发生在漫长的病愈期之后，查拉图斯特拉刚从对“永恒轮回”之思想的窒息中苏醒过来，他的动物们已经呼唤他去重新歌唱。而此刻他尚未起身，仍躺在静默中，转向自己的灵魂，展开了这首酣畅…