And this is the song that Zarathustra sang when Cupid and the maidens danced together:
Of late did I gaze into your eye, O Life! And into the unfathomable did I there seem to sink.
But you pulled me out with a golden angle; derisively did you laugh when I called you unfathomable.
"Such is the language of all fish," said you; "what they do not fathom is unfathomable.
But changeable am I only, and wild, and altogether a woman, and no virtuous one:
Though I be called by you men the 'profound one,' or the 'faithful one,' 'the eternal one,' 'the mysterious one.'
But you men endow us always with your own virtues- alas, you virtuous ones!"
Thus did she laugh, the unbelievable one; but never do I believe her and her laughter, when she speaks evil of herself.
And when I talked face to face with my wild Wisdom, she said to me angrily: "You will, you crave, you love; on that account alone do you praise Life!"
Then had I almost answered indignantly and told the truth to the angry one; and one cannot answer more indignantly than when one "tells the truth" to one's Wisdom.
For thus do things stand with us three. In my heart do I love only Life- and verily, most when I hate her!
But that I am fond of Wisdom, and often too fond, is because she reminds me very strongly of Life!
She has her eye, her laugh, and even her golden angle-rod: am I responsible for it that both are so alike?
And when once Life asked me: "Who is she then, this Wisdom?"- then said I eagerly: "Ah, yes! Wisdom!
