Thus Spake Zarathustra - Penn State University

Friedrich Nietzschepliants; my hand hath become too hard for the trembling the nightly! And lonesomeness!of filled hands.’Tis night: now doth my longing break forth in me as aWhence have gone the tears of mine eye, and the down fountain,—for speech do I long.of my heart? Oh, the lonesomeness of all bestowers! Oh, ’Tis night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder.the silence of all shining ones!And my soul also is a gushing fountain.Many suns circle in desert space: to all that is dark do ’Tis night: now do all songs of loving ones awake. Andthey speak with their light—but to me they are silent. my soul also is the song of a loving one.—Oh, this is the hostility of light to the shining one: Thus sang Zarathustra.unpityingly doth it pursue its course.Unfair to the shining one in its innermost heart, coldto the suns:—thus travelleth every sun.Like a storm do the suns pursue their courses: that istheir travelling. Their inexorable will do they follow: thatis their coldness.Oh, ye only is it, ye dark, nightly ones, that extractXXXII. THE DANCE-SONGwarmth from the shining ones! Oh, ye only drink milk andrefreshment from the light’s udders!ONE EVENING WENT Zarathustra and his disciples throughAh, there is ice around me; my hand burneth with the the forest; and when he sought for a well, lo, he lightediciness! Ah, there is thirst in me; it panteth after your upon a green meadow peacefully surrounded with treesthirst!and bushes, where maidens were dancing together. As’Tis night: alas, that I have to be light! And thirst for soon as the maidens recognised Zarathustra, they ceased103