《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第三部》第53节
I am verily weary of it, ever thy sheepish shepherd to be. Thou witch, if I have hitherto sung unto thee, now shalt THOU—cry unto me! To the rhythm of my whip shalt thou dance and cry! I forget not my whip?—Not I!”— Then did Life answer me thus, and kept thereby her fine ears closed: “O Zarathustra! Crack not so terribly with thy whip! Thou knowest surely that noise killeth thought,—and just now there came to me such delicate thoughts. We are both of us genuine ne’er-do-wells and ne’er-do-ills. Beyond good and evil found we our island and our green meadow—we two alone! Therefore must we be friendly to each other! And even should we not love each other from the bottom of our hearts,—must we then have a grudge against each other if we do not love each other perfectly? And that I am friendly to thee, and often too friendly, that knowest thou: and the reason is that I am envious of thy Wisdom. Ah, this mad old fool, Wisdom! If thy Wisdom should one day run away from thee, ah! then would also my love run away from thee quickly.”— Thereupon did Life look thoughtfully behind and around, and said softly: “O Zarathustra, thou art not faithful enough to me! Thou lovest me not nearly so much as thou sayest; I know thou thinkest of soon leaving me. There is an old heavy, heavy, booming-clock: it boometh by night up to thy cave:— —When thou hearest this clock strike the hours at midnight, then thinkest thou between one and twelve thereon— —Thou thinkest thereon, O Zarathustra, I know it—of soon leaving me!”— “Yea,” answered I, hesitatingly, “but thou knowest it also”—And I said something into her ear, in amongst her confused, yellow, foolish tresses. “Thou KNOWEST that, O Zarathustra? That knoweth no one—” And we gazed at each other, and looked at the green meadow o’er which the cool evening was just passing, and we wept together.—Then, however, was Life dearer unto me than all my Wisdom had ever been.— Thus spake Zarathustra. One! O man! Take heed! Two! What saith deep midnight’s voice indeed? Three! “I slept my sleep— Four! “From deepest dream I’ve woke and plead:— Five! “The world is deep, Six! “And deeper than the day could read. Seven! “Deep is its woe— Eight! “Joy—deeper still than grief can be: Nine! “Woe saith: Hence! Go! Ten! “But joys all want eternity— Eleven! “Want deep profound eternity!” Twelve!
注释摘要
这段文字出自《查拉图斯特拉如是说》第三部中的《第二首舞曲》，是全书中最私密、也最戏剧化的一幕寓言。查拉图斯特拉在此处的对话对象不再是弟子、民众或自己的灵魂，而是一个拟人化的形象：生命本身。他在与生命对舞、对峙、追逐，最后相互凝视而泣，达成一种凛冽而脆弱的和解。 起初，查拉图斯特拉以一种近乎恼怒的口吻宣告自己不愿再做那个温顺的牧人，不愿总是跟随并歌唱。鞭子的…