112 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II
ing of this dream ; my teaching is in danger : tares usurp the name of wheat.
Mine enemies have grown strong and have distorted the face of my teaching, so that my dearest friends must be ashamed of the gifts I gave them.
My friends are lost; the hour hath come for me to seek my lost ones."
With these words Zarathustra started up, but not like one terrified seeking for air ; on the contrary, like a prophet and poet visited by the spirit. With aston- ishment his eagle and his serpent gazed upon him ; for a happiness to come lay on his countenance like the day-blush.
" What hath happened unto me, mine animals ? " said Zarathustra. " Am I not changed ! Did not bliss come unto me like a stormwind ?
Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things it will say : too young it is : have patience with it !
Wounded I am by my happiness. All sufferers shall be my physicians !
Again I am allowed to descend unto my friends as well as unto mine enemies ! Again Zarathustra is allowed to speak and give and do his kindest unto his dear friends.
Mine impatient love floweth over in streams, down- wards towards east and west. Out of silent mountains and thunderstorms of pain my soul rusheth into the valleys.
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