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object:4.19 - THE DRUNKEN SONG
book class:Thus Spoke Zarathustra
author class:Friedrich Nietzsche
subject class:Philosophy
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter

THE

DRUNKEN SONG
1

Meanwhile one after the other had stepped out
into the open and into the cool reflective night; but
Zarathustra himself led the ugliest man by the hand to
show him his night-world and the big round moon and
the silvery waterfalls near his cave. There they stood together at last in silence, old people all of them, but with
comforted brave hearts and secretly amazed at feeling
so well on this earth; but the secrecy of the night came
closer and closer to their hearts. And again Zarathustra
thought to himself: "How well I like them now, these
higher men!" But he did not say it out loud, for he
respected their happiness and their silence.
But then that happened which, on that whole long
amazing day, was the most amazing thing of all: the
ugliest man began once more and for the last time to
gurgle and snort, and when he found words, behold, a
question jumped out of his mouth, round and clean, a
good, deep, clear question, which moved the hearts of
all who were listening to him.
"My friends, all of you," said the ugliest man, "what
do you think? For the sake of this day, I am for the
first time satisfied that I have lived my whole life. And
that I attest so much is still not enough for me. Living
on earth is worth while: one day, one festival with
Zarathustra, taught me to love the earth.


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'Was that life?' I want to say to death. 'Well then!
Once more!'
"My friends, what do you think? Do you not want to
say to death as I do: Was that life? For Zarathustra's
sakel Well then! Once morel"
Thus spoke the ugliest man; but it was not long before midnight. And what do you suppose happened
then? As soon as the higher men had heard his question
they all at once became conscious of how they had
changed and convalesced and to whom they owed this:
then they jumped toward Zarathustra to thank, revere,
caress him, and kiss his hands, each according to his
own manner; and some were laughing and some were
crying. But the old soothsayer was dancing with joy; and
even if, as some of the chroniclers think, he was full of
sweet wine, he was certainly still fuller of the sweetness
of life and he had renounced all weariness. There are
even some who relate that the ass danced too, and that
it had not been for nothing that the ugliest man had
given him wine to drink before. Now it may have been
so or otherwise; and if the ass really did not dance that
night, yet greater and stranger wonders occurred than
the dancing of an ass would have been. In short, as the
proverb of Zarathustra says: "What does it matter?"
2

But when this happened to the ugliest man, Zarathustra stood there like a drunkard: his eyes grew dim,
his tongue failed, his feet stumbled. And who could
guess what thoughts were then running over Zarathustra's soul? But his spirit fled visibly and flew ahead
and was in remote distances and, as it were, "on a high
ridge," as it is written, "between two seas, wandering
like a heavy cloud between past and future." But as


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the higher men held him in their arms, he gradually
recovered his senses to some extent and with his hands
warded off the throng of the revering and worried; yet
he did not speak. All at once, however, he turned his
head quickly, for he seemed to be hearing something.
Then he put one finger to his mouth and said, "Comel"
And presently it became quiet and secret around; but
from the depth the sound of a bell came up slowly.
Zarathustra and the higher men listened for it; but then
he put one finger to his mouth another time and said
again, "Comel Come! Midnight approaches." And his
voice had changed. But still he did not stir from his
place. Then it grew still more quiet and secret, and
everything listened, even the ass and Zarathustra's animals of honor, the eagle and the serpent, as well as
Zarathustra's cave and the big cool moon and the night
itself. But Zarathustra put his hand to his mouth, for
the third time and said, "Comel Comel Let us wander
now! The hour has come: let us wander into the night!"
3
You higher men, midnight approaches: I want to
whisper something to you as that old bell whispers it
into my ears-as secretly, as terribly, as cordially as that
midnight bell, which has experienced more than any
man, says it to me. It has counted the beats even of
your fathers' hearts and smarts. Alas! Alasl How it
sighsl How it laughs in a dream! Old deep, deep midnightl
Still! Still Here things are heard that by day may not
become loud; but now in the cool air, when all the
noise of your hearts too has become still-now it speaks,
now it is heard, now it steals into nocturnal, overawake
souls. Alasl Alasl How it sighsl How it laughs in a dreamt


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Do you not hear how it speaks secretly, terribly, cordially to you-the old deep, deep midnight?
0 man, take care
4
Woe unto mel Where is time gone? Have I not sunk
into deep wells? The world sleeps. Alasl Alasl The dog
howls, the moon shines. Sooner would I die, die rather
than tell you what my midnight heart thinks now.
Now I have died. It is gone. Spider, what do you spin
around me? Do you want blood? Alasl Alasl The dew
falls, the hour approaches-the hour when I shiver and
freeze, which asks and asks and asks, "Who has heart
enough for it? Who shall be the lord of the earth? Who
will say: thus shall you run, you big and little rivers"
The hour approaches: 0 man, you higher man, take
care! This speech is for delicate ears, for your ears:
What does the deep midnight declare?
5
I am carried away, my soul dances. Day's work Day's
work! Who shall be the lord of the earth?
The moon is cool, the wind is silent. Alas! Alas! Have
you flown high enough yet? You have danced: but a leg
is no wing. You good dancers, now all pleasure is gone:
wine has become lees, every cup has become brittle,
the tombs stammer. You did not fly high enough: now
the tombs stammer, "Redeem the dead! Why does the
night last so long? Does not the moon make us
drunken?"
You higher men, redeem the tombs, awaken the
corpses! Alas, why does the worm still burrow? The
hour approaches, approaches; the bell hums, the heart
still rattles, the deathwatch, the heart-worm still burrows. Alas! Alasl The world is deep.


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6
Sweet lyrel Sweet lyre! I love your sound, your
drunken ranunculus' croaking. From how long ago, from
how far away your sound comes to me, from the distant
ponds of lovely You old bell, you sweet lyre! Every pain
has torn into your heart, father-pain, fathers' pain, fore-

fathers' pain; your speech grew ripe-ripe as golden
autumn and afternoon, as my hermit's heart; now you
say: the world itself has grown ripe, the grape is turning brown, now it would die, die of happiness. You
higher men, do you not smell it? A smell is secretly
welling up, a fragrance and smell of eternity, a roseblessed, brown gold-wine fragrance of old happiness, of
the drunken happiness of dying at midnight, that
sings. the world is deep, deeper than day had been
aware.
7
Leave me! Leave mel I am too pure for you. Do not
touch mel Did not my world become perfect just now?
My skin is too pure for your hands. Leave me, you stupid,
boorish, dumb dayl Is not the midnight brighter? The
purest shall be the lords of the earth-the most unknown, the strongest, the midnight souls who are
brighter and deeper than any day.
0 day, you grope for me? You seek my happiness? I
seem rich to you, lonely, a treasure pit, a gold-chamber?
0 world, you want me? Am I worldly to you? Am I
spiritual to you? Am I godlike to you? But day and
world, you are too ponderous; have cleverer hands, reach
for deeper happiness, for deeper unhappiness, reach for
any god, do not reach for me: my unhappiness, my
happiness is deep, you strange day, but I am yet no god,
no god's hell: deep is its woe.


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8
God's woe is deeper, you strange world Reach for
God's woe, not for me! What am I? a drunken sweet
lyre-a midnight lyre, an ominous bell-frog that nobody
understands but that must speak, before the deaf, you
higher men. For you do not understand mel
Gone! Gonel 0 youth! 0 noonl 0 afternoon! Now
evening has come and night and midnight-the dog
howls, the wind: is not the wind a dog? It whines, it
yelps, it howls. Alasl Alasl How the midnight sighsl
How it laughs, how it rattles and wheezesl
How she speaks soberly now, this drunken poetessl
Perhaps she overdrank her drunkenness? She became
overawake? She ruminates? Her woe she ruminates in
a dream, the old deep midnight, and even more her joy.
For joy, even if woe is deep, joy is deeper yet than
agony.
9
You vinel Why do you praise me? Did I not cut you?
I am cruel, you bleed; what does your praise of my
drunken cruelty mean?
"What has become perfect, all that is ripe-wants to
die"-thus you speak. Blessed, blessed be the vintager's
knife But all that is unripe wants to live: woel
Woe entreats: Gol Away, woel But all that suffers
wants to live, that it may become ripe and joyous and
longing-longing for what is farther, higher, brighter.
"I want heirs"-thus speaks all that suffers; "I want
children, I do not want myself."
Joy, however, does not want heirs, or children-joy
wants itself, wants eternity, wants recurrence, wants
everything eternally the same.
Woe says, "Break, bleed, heart! Wander, legal Wing,


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flyl Get onl Up! Pain!" Well then, old heart: Woe implores, "Gor'
10

You higher men, what do you think? Am I a
soothsayer? A dreamer? A drunkard? An interpreter of
dreams? A midnight bell? A drop of dew? A haze and
fragrance of eternity? Do you not hear it? Do you not
smell it? Just now my world became perfect; midnight
too is noon; pain too is a joy; curses too are a blessing;
night too is a sun-go away or you will learn: a sage
too is a fool.
Have you ever said Yes to a single joy? 0 my friends,
then you said Yes too to all woe. All things are entangled, ensnared, enamored; if ever you wanted one
thing twice, if ever you said, "You please me, happiness!
Abide, moment!" then you wanted all back. All anew,
all eternally, all entangled, ensnared, enamored-oh,
then you loved the world. Eternal ones, Jove it eternally
and evermore; and to woe too, you say: go, but return!
For all joy wants-eternity.
11

All joy wants the eternity of all things, wants honey,
wants lees, wants drunken midnight, wants tombs, wants
tomb-tears' comfort, wants gilded evening glow.
What does joy not want? It is thirstier, more cordial,
hungrier, more terrible, more secret than all woe; it
wants itself, it bites into itself, the ring's will strives in
it; it wants love, it wants hatred, it is overrich, gives,
throws away, begs that one might take it, thanks the
taker, it would like to be hated; so rich is joy that it
thirsts for woe, for hell, for hatred, for disgrace, for
the cripple, for world-this world, oh, you know itl
You higher men, for you it longs, joy, the intractable


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blessed one-for your woe, you failures. All eternal joy
longs for failures. For all joy wants itself, hence it also
wants agony. 0 happiness, 0 pain! Oh, break, heart!
You higher men, do learn this, joy wants eternity. Joy
wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep
eternity.
12

Have you now learned my song? Have you guessed its
intent? Well then, you higher men, sing me now my
round. Now you yourselves sing me the song whose
name is "Once More" and whose meaning is "into all
eternity"-sing, you higher men, Zarathustra's round!
O man, take care!
What does the deep midnight declare?
"I was asleepFrom a deep dream I woke and swear:
The world is deep,
Deeper than day had been aware.
Deep is its woe;
Joy-deeper yet than agony:
Woe implores: Gol
But all joy wants eternityWants deep, wants deep eternity."



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