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尼采的诗歌

弗里德里希·威廉·尼采(1844—1900),德国著名哲学家、语言学家、文化评论家、诗人、作曲家、思想家,被认为是西方现代哲学的开创者,他的著作对于宗教、道德、现代文化、哲学、以及科学等领域提出了广泛的批判和讨论。他的写作风格独特,经常使用格言和悖论的技巧。尼采对于后代哲学的发展影响极大,尤其是在存在主义与后现代主义上 ...
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太阳沉落了

[德国] 尼采

1
你不会再干渴得长久了,
烧焦了的心!
约言在大气之中飘荡,
从那些不相识的众人口中向我吹来,
强烈的凉气来了……

我的太阳在中午炎热的照在我头上:
我欢迎你们,你们来了,
突然吹来的风,
你们,午后的凉爽的精灵!

风吹得异样而纯洁。
黑夜不是用斜看的
诱惑者的眼光
在瞟着我吗?……
保持坚强,我的勇敢的心!
不要问,为什么?——

2
我的浮生的一日!
太阳沉落了。
平坦的波面
已经闪耀着金光。
岩石发散着热气:
也许是在午时
幸福躺在他上面午睡?——
在绿光之中
褐色的深渊还托出幸福的影子。

我的浮生的一日!
近黄昏了!
你的眼睛已经失去
一半的光辉,
已经涌出象露珠
一样的眼泪,
白茫茫的海上已经悄悄地流过
你的爱情的红光,
你的最后的动摇的永福。

3
金色的欢畅啊,来吧!
你是死亡的
最秘密、最甘美的预尝的滋味!
——我走路难道走得太快?
现在,我的脚疲倦了,
你的眼光才赶上我,
你的幸福才赶上我。

四周围只有波浪和戏弄。
以往的苦难,
沉入蓝色的遗忘之中——
我的小船现在悠然自得。
风暴和航海——怎么都忘了!
愿望和希望沉没了,
灵魂和大海平静地躺着。

七重的孤独!
我从未感到
甘美的平安比现在更靠近我,
太阳的眼光比现在更温暖。
——我的山顶上的冰不是还发红光吗?
银光闪闪,轻盈,象一条鱼,
现在我的小船在水上漂去……

钱春绮 译
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最孤寂者

[德国] 尼采

现在,当白天
厌倦了白天,当一切欲望的河流
淙淙的鸣声带给你新的慰藉,
当金织就的天空
对一切疲倦的灵魂说:“安息吧!”——
你为什么不安息呢,阴郁的心呵,
什么刺激使你不顾双脚流血地奔逃呢……
你盼望着什么呢?
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醉歌

[德国] 尼采

人啊! 留神罢!
深沉的午夜在说什么?
“我睡着,我睡着——
我从深沉的梦里醒来;——
世界是深沉的,
出白昼所想的还要深沉。
痛苦是深沉的——
快乐!却比心疼还要深沉;
痛苦说:消灭罢!
可是一切快乐都要求永恒——
要求深沉,深沉的永恒!”
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忧郁颂

[德国] 尼采

忧郁啊,请你不要责怪我,
我削尖我的鹅毛笔来歌颂你,
我把头低垂到滕盖上面、
像隐士般坐在树墩上歌颂你。
你常看到我,昨天也曾有多次,
坐在上午的炎热的阳光里:
兀鹫向谷中发出贪婪的叫声,
它梦想着枯木桩上的腐尸。

粗野的禽鸟,你弄错了,尽管我
在我的木块上休息,象木乃伊一样!
你没看到我眼睛,它还充满喜气、
在转来转去,高傲而得意洋洋。
尽管它不能到达你那样的高处,
不能眺望最遥远的云海波浪,
它却因此而沉得更深,以便
象电光般把自身中存在的深渊照亮。

我就这样常坐在深深的荒漠之中,
丑陋地弯着身体,象献祭的野蛮人,
而且总是在惦念着你,忧郁啊,
象个忏悔者,尽管我年纪轻轻!
我就这样坐着,欣看兀鹫的飞翔,
欣闻滚滚的雪崩发出轰隆之声,
你毫无世人的虚伪,对我说出
真情实话,面色却严肃得骇人。

你这具有岩石野性的严厉的女神,
你这位女友,爱出现在我的身旁;
你威胁地指给我看兀鹫的行踪
和那要毁灭我的雪崩的欲望,
四周飘荡着咬牙切齿的杀机:
要强夺生命的充满痛苦的渴望!
在坚硬的岩石上面,花儿在那里
怀念着蝴蝶,象进行诱惑一样,

这一切就是我──我战战兢兢地感到──
受到诱惑的蝴蝶,孤独的花枝,
那兀鹫和那湍急奔流的冰溪,
暴风的怒吼──一切都是为了荣耀你,
赫赫的女神,我对你深弯着身子,
头垂到膝上,哼一首恐怖的赞美诗,
只是为了荣耀你,我才渴望着
生命、生命、生命,坚定不移!

恶意的女神,请你不要责怪我,
我编造优美的诗句将你裹起。
你露出可怕的脸色走近谁,谁就发抖,
你向谁伸出恶意的右手,谁就战栗。
我在这里发抖着,哼一首一首的歌,
以一种有节奏的姿势战栗地跳起:
墨水在流动,削尖的笔在挥写──
啊,女神,女神,让我──让我独行其是!

 

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献给未识之神

[德国] 尼采

再一次,在我继续漂流、
纵目向前方观看之前,
我要遁逃到你的身边,
孤独地高举我的双手,
在我最深的内心里面
为你庄严地建立祭坛,
让任何时间
你的声音再将我呼唤。

坛上印着深深的红字,
写道:奉献给未识之神。
我属于他,尽管我至今
还在亵神者的队伍里,
我属于他——我感到绳套,
在战斗之中把我拖倒,
尽管我想逃,
还要强迫我为他服劳。

我要认识你,未认识者,
深深抓住我的灵魂者,
象暴风贯穿我的一生者,
你,不可捉摸者,我的亲戚!
我要认识你,甚至侍奉你。

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Parable Of The Madman

[德国] 尼采

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
hours,
ran to the market place, and cried incessantly:
'I seek God! I seek God!'
As many of those who did not believe in God
were standing around just then,
he provoked much laughter.
Has he got lost? asked one.
Did he lose his way like a child? asked another.
Or is he hiding?
Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?
Thus they yelled and laughed.

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes.
'Whither is God?' he cried; 'I will tell you.
We have killed him--you and I.
All of us are his murderers.
But how did we do this?
How could we drink up the sea?
Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?
What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun?
Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving?
Away from all suns?
Are we not plunging continually?
Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions?
Is there still any up or down?
Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing?
Do we not feel the breath of empty space?
Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us?
Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning?
Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers
who are burying God?
Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition?
Gods, too, decompose.
God is dead.
God remains dead.
And we have killed him.

'How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled
to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us?
What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
What festivals of atonement, what sacred gamesshall we have to invent?
Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us?
Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us -
For the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all
history hitherto.'

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners;
and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment.
At last he threw his lantern on the ground,
and it broke into pieces and went out.
'I have come too early,' he said then; 'my time is not yet.
This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering;
it has not yet reached the ears of men.
Lightning and thunder require time;
the light of the stars requires time;
deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard.
This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars -
and yet they have done it themselves.

It has been related further that on the same day
the madman forced his way into several churches
and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo.
Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing
but:
'What after all are these churches now
if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?'
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Aftersong

[德国] 尼采

O noon of life! A time to celebrate!
Oh garden of summer!
Restless happiness in standing, gazing, waiting:—
I wait for friends, ready day and night.
You friends, where are you? Come! It's time! It's time!

Was it not for you that the glacier's grayness
today decked itself with roses?
The stream is seeking you, and wind and clouds
with yearning push themselves higher into the blue today
to look for you from the furthest bird's eye view.

For you my table has been set at the highest point.
Who lives so near the stars?
Who's so near the furthest reaches of the bleak abyss?
My realm—what realm has stretched so far?
And my honey—who has tasted that? ...

There you are, my friends! —Alas, so I'm not the man,
not the one you're looking for?
You hesitate, surprised! —Ah, your anger would be better!
Am I no more the one? A changed hand, pace, and face?
And what am I—for you friends am I not the one?

Have I become another? A stranger to myself?
Have I sprung from myself?
A wrestler who overcame himself so often?
Too often pulling against his very own power,
wounded and checked by his own victory?

I looked where the wind blows most keenly?
I learned to live
where no one lives, in deserted icy lands,
forgot men and god, curse and prayer?
Became a ghost that moves over the glaciers?

—You old friends! Look! Now your gaze is pale,
full of love and horror!
No, be off! Do not rage! You can't live here:
here between the furthest realms of ice and rock—
here one must be a hunter, like a chamois.

I've become a wicket hunter! See, how deep
my bow extends!
It was the strongest man who made such a pull—
Woe betide you! The arrow is dangerous—
like no arrow—away from here! For your own good! ...

You're turning around? —O heart, you deceive enough,
your hopes stayed strong:
hold your door open for new friends!
Let the old ones go! Let go the memory!
Once you were young, now—you are even younger!

What bound us then, a band of one hope—
who reads the signs,
love once etched there—still pale?
I compare it to parchment which the hand
fears to touch—like that discoloured, burned.

No more friends—they are... But how can I name that? —
Just friendly ghosts!
That knocks for me at night on my window and my heart,
that looks at me and says, 'But we were friends? '—
—O shrivelled word, once fragrant as a rose!

O youthful longing which misunderstands itself!
Those yearned for,
whom I imagined changed to my own kin,
they have grown old, have exiled themselves.
Only the one who changes stays in touch with me.

O noon of life! A second youthful time!
O summer garden!
Restless happiness in standing, gazing, waiting!
I wait for friends, ready day and night.
You friends, where are you? Come! It's time! It's time

The song is done—the sweet cry of yearning
died in my mouth:
A magician did it, a friend at the right hour,
a noontime friend—no! Do not ask who it might be—
it was at noon when one turned into two....

Now we celebrate, certain of victory, united,
the feast of feasts:
friend Zarathustra came, the guest of guests!
Now the world laughs, the horror curtain splits,
the wedding came for light and darkness....
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松与雷

[德国] 尼采


我今高于兽与人,
我发言时——无人应。

我今又高又孤零——
苍然兀立为何人?

我今高耸入青云,——
静待霹雳雷一声。

 

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