《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第四部》第3节
What must one day come and may not pass by? Our great Hazar, that is to say, our great, remote human-kingdom, the Zarathustra-kingdom of a thousand years— How remote may such “remoteness” be? What doth it concern me? But on that account it is none the less sure unto me—, with both feet stand I secure on this ground; —On an eternal ground, on hard primary rock, on this highest, hardest, primary mountain-ridge, unto which all winds come, as unto the storm-parting, asking Where? and Whence? and Whither? Here laugh, laugh, my hearty, healthy wickedness! From high mountains cast down thy glittering scorn-laughter! Allure for me with thy glittering the finest human fish! And whatever belongeth unto ME in all seas, my in-and-for-me in all things—fish THAT out for me, bring THAT up to me: for that do I wait, the wickedest of all fish-catchers. Out! out! my fishing-hook! In and down, thou bait of my happiness! Drip thy sweetest dew, thou honey of my heart! Bite, my fishing-hook, into the belly of all black affliction! Look out, look out, mine eye! Oh, how many seas round about me, what dawning human futures! And above me—what rosy red stillness! What unclouded silence!
注释摘要
查拉图斯特拉此刻独自立于山巅，方才送走了陪伴他的动物们，大山之上只有他一人。他刚刚把自己即将要做的事称为一种“蜂蜜祭”，随即又自己戳穿了这个说法，坦言那不过是一种说话的计谋、一种有用的愚行。他要做的不是献祭，而是挥霍；他所渴望的蜂蜜不过是诱饵，要钓起的是“最奇特的人鱼”。从这里开始，整段独白的语调变得愈发高昂狂放，直到结尾这几句，抵达了一种几乎像赞美诗般的…