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No. 14. FOURTH AND FINAL PART

The Honey Sacrifice

Conversation with the Kings

“What did I just hear?”


“Oh no, how badly things go!
Decline! Decline! The world has sunk so low!
Rome sank to whore and to a whorehouse too,
Rome’s Caesar to beast, God himself – turned Jew!”
Hah, hah, hah, hah.

The Welcome

“Welcome to this place, welcome, my guests!”

The Sleepwalker Song


“Come! Come! It’s going on midnight!”

And his voice had changed. But still he did not stir from his place; then it grew even more still and mysterious, but Zarathustra put his hand to his lips for the third time and said:

“Come! Come! Come! Let us walk now! It is the hour: let us walk now into the night!
You higher men, I want to whisper something in your ears.

Oh mankind, pray! Oh mankind, pray!

Woe to me! Where has time gone?
Alas! Alas! The dog howls, the moon shines. I would sooner die; die, than tell you

what does deep midnight have to say?

It carries me away, my soul dances. Day’s work!
Who shall be ruler of the earth?

The world is deep!

You old bell, you sweet lyre! Every pain tore into your heart, Father Pain, fathers’ pain. Your speech grew ripe. Now it wants to die, die of happiness, which sings: the world is deep,

And deeper than the grasp of day!

Let me be! Let me be! I am too pure for you. Let me be, you stupid, clumsy, stifling day!
Is midnight not brighter?
Oh world, you want me? Am I worldly to you? Am I godlike to you?
Have smarter hands, reach for some kind of god, do not reach for me:
My happiness, my unhappiness is deep.

Deep is its pain.

Gone! Gone! Oh youth! Oh noon! Oh afternoon! Now evening’s come and night and
Midnight: She ruminates? She ruminates her pain, in dream, the old deep midnight, and even more her joy.

Joy is deeper still than misery.

You grapevine! Why do you praise me! I cut you! I am cruel, you bleed.
What became perfect, everything ripe, wants to die! Wants to die! But everything unripe wants to live! Wants to live! Wants to live! Alas!

Pain says: `Refrain! Away, you pain!´ But joy does not want heirs, not children, joy wants itself, wants eternity. Pain says: Break, bleed heart! Walk, legs! Wings, fly! Pain says:

`Refrain! Refrain! ´

If you ever wanted one time two times, if you ever said `I like you happiness! ´
Whoosh! Moment! Then you wanted everything back! For all joy wants – eternity!

Wants deep, wants deep eternity!

Have you now learned my song? Have you guessed what it means?
You higher men sing me this song yourselves now, whose name is `One More Time ´.

Oh mankind, pray! Oh mankind, pray!
What does deep midnight have to say?
`From sleep, from sleep –
From deepest dream I made my way: -
The world is deep,
And deeper than the grasp of day.
Deep is its pain, - deep is its pain, -
Joy – deeper still than misery:
Pain says: Refrain! Refrain!
Yet all joy wants eternity –
- Wants deep, wants deep eternity, eternity. ´”

The Sign

But in the morning after this night Zarathustra sprang from his sleeping place, girded his loins and came out from his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun that emerges from dark mountains.

“You great star, what would your happiness be if you did not have those for whom you shine?”
“The sign is coming. My children are near.”
“Do I strive for happiness? I strive for my work! Up now, up!
Well then!
My children are near, Zarathustra became ripe.
Up now, up, you great noon!”

Thus spoke Zarathustra and he left his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun that emerges from dark mountains.

The end of THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA

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