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BEYOND THE SPHERES
THE STATION OF THE GERMAN
PHILOSOPHER NITEZSHE
| The conflict of being and not-being is universal; | |
| no man knows the secret of yon azure sky. | 2680 |
| Everywhere death brings the message of life— | |
| happy is the man who knows what death is. | |
| Everywhere life is as cheap as the wind, | |
| unstable, and aspiring to stability. | |
| My eyes had beheld a hundred six-day worlds | 2685 |
| and at last the borders of this universe appeared; | |
| each world had a different moon, a different Pleiades, | |
| a different manner and mode of existence. | |
| Time in each world flowed like the sea, | |
| here slowly, and there swiftly; | 2690 |
| our year was here a month, there a moment, | |
| this world’s more was that world’s less. | |
| Our reason in one world was all-cunning, | |
| in another world it was mean and abased. | |
| On the frontiers of this world of quality and quantity | 2695 |
| dwelt a man with a voice full of agony, | |
| his vision keener than an eagle’s, | |
| his mien witness to a heart afire; | |
| every moment his inward glow increased. | |
| On his lips was a verse he chanted a hundred times: | 2700 |
| ‘No Gabriel, no Paradise, no houri, no God, | |
| only a handful of dust consumed by a yearning soul.’ | |
| I said to Rumi, ‘Who is this madman?’ | |
| He answered: ‘This is the German genius | |
| whose place is between these two worlds; | 2705 |
| his reed-pipe contains an ancient melody. | |
| This Hallaj without gallows and rope | |
| has spoken anew those ancient words; | |
| his words are fearless, his thoughts sublime, | |
| the Westerners are struck asunder by the sword of his speech. | 2710 |
| His colleagues have not comprehended his ecstasy | |
| and have reckoned the ecstatic mad. | |
| Intellectuals have no share of love and intoxication; | |
| they placed his pulse in the hand of the physician, | |
| yet what have doctors but deceit and fraud? | 2715 |
| Alas for the ecstatic born in Europe! | |
| Avicenna puts his faith in textbooks | |
| and slits a vein, or prescribes a sleeping-pill. | |
| He was a Hallaj who was a stranger in his own city; | |
| he saved his life from the mullahs, and the physicians slew him. | 2720 |
| ‘There was none in Europe who knew the Way, | |
| so his melody outstretched the strings of his lute; | |
| none showed the wayfarer the road, | |
| and a hundred flaws vitiated his visitations. | |
| He was true coin, but there was none to assay him, | 2725 |
| expert in theory, but none to prove him; | |
| a lover lost in the labyrinth of his sighs, | |
| a traveller gone astray in his own path. | |
| His intoxication shattered every glass; | |
| he broke from God, and was snapped too from himself. | 2730 |
| He desired to see, with his external eyes, | |
| the intermingling of power with love; | |
| he yearned for these to come forth from water and clay | |
| a cluster sprouting from the seed-bud of the heart. | |
| What he was seeking was the station of Omnipotence, | 2735 |
| which station transcends reason and philosophy. | |
| Life is a commentary on the hints of the Self, | |
| "no" and "but" are of the stations of the Self; | |
| he remained fast in "no" and did not reach "but" | |
| being a stranger to the station of "His servant". | 2740 |
| Revelation embraced him, yet he knew it not, | |
| being like fruit all the farther from the roots of the tree. | |
| His eyes desired no other vision but man; | |
| fearlessly he shouted, "Where is man? " | |
| and else he had despaired of earth’s creatures | 2745 |
| and like Moses he was seeking the vision. | |
| Would that he had lived in Ahmad’s time, | |
| so that he might have attained eternal joy. | |
| His reason is in dialogue with itself; | |
| take your own way, for one’s own way is good. | 2750 |
| Stride onwards, for now that station has come | |
| wherein speech sprouts without spoken words.’ |
