O noon of life! O time to celebrate!
O summer garden!
Restless happiness in standing, watching and waiting:
I await friends, ready day and night
Where are you friends? Come! It's time! It's time!
Was it not for you that today the grey glacier
itself with roses?
The brook searches for you, longingly rushes,
Wind and clouds push higher now into the blue
To look for you from the most distant bird's-eye view.
In the heights my table was set for you:
lives so close to the stars
To the grey yonder of the abyss?
My realmwhat realm stretches further?
And my honeywho has tasted it? .....
There you are, friends! Alas, but I
one you wanted?
You hesitate, amazedoh, you are quite sullen!
Iam no longer the same? Hands, face, gait have changed?
And what I am, to you friendsI am not?
Am I another? A stranger to myself?
A wrestler, who too often subdued himself?
Too often resisted his own strength,
Wounded and stopped by his own victory?
I sought where the most biting wind blows?
learned to live
Where no one lives, in desolate polar zones,
Unlearned man and god, curse and prayer?
Become a ghost who crosses glaciers?
My old friends! Now how pale you look!
of love and fear!
No, leave! Do not be angry! Youcannot live here:
Here among this most remote realm of ice and rock
Here one has to be a hunter and chamois-like.
I've become a wicked hunter! Look how much
bow is bent!
The strongest was he who drew his bow like this :
But now alas! No arrow is dangerous
As that arrow,away from here! For your own good!
You turn away? O heart, you have borne enough,
hope stayed strong:
Keep your door open to new friends!
Let the old go! Let the memories go!
Once you were young, nowyou are younger!
What once tied us together, one hope's bond
still reads the signs
Love once inscribed on it, the faded ones?
I compare it to parchment that the hand
Is afraid to grasp,like parchment that is
No longer friends, they arewhat should I call them?
but ghosts of friends!
That knock at my heart and window nightly,
That look at me and say: "were we once
O withered word, once fragrant as the rose!
O longing of youth that misunderstood itself!
I longed for,
Those I deemed changed into my kin,
That they have aged has driven them away:
Only he who changes remains akin to me.
O noon of life! Second time of youth!
O summer garden!
Restless happiness in standing, watching and waiting!
I await friends, ready day and night,
New friends! Come! It's time! It's time!
This song is overthe
sweet cry of longing
in my mouth
A sorceror did it, the friend at the right time,
The friend of noonno! do not ask who he is
At noon was the time one became two ...
Now we celebrate together, certain of victory,
feast of feasts:
Friend Zarathustra has come, the guest of guests!
Now the world laughs, the dread curtain is rent,
The wedding has come for light and darkness .....