The Eternal Recurrence

All joy wants the eternity of all things, wants honey

Wants dregs, wants intoxicated midnight, wants graves

Wants the consolation of graveside tears, wants gilded sunsets

What does joy not want! It is thirstier, warmer, hungrier

More fearful more secret than all woe, it wants itself

It bites into itself, the will of the ring wrestles within it

It wants love, it wants hatred, it is superabundant

It gives, throws away, begs for someone to take it, thanks him who takes

It would like to be hated so rich is joy that it thirsts for woe

For Hell, for hatred, for shame, for the lame, for the world

For it knows, oh it knows this world!

You higher men, joy longs for you, joy the intractable

Blissful for your woe, you ill-constituted!

All eternal joy longs for the ill-constituted

For all joy wants itself, therefore it also wants he