the intoxicated song

from thus spoke zarathustra by friedrich nietzsche

9.
you grape-vine!  why do you praise me?  for i cut you!  i am cruel, you bleed: what means your praise of my intoxicated cruelty?
'what has become perfect, everything ripe - wants to die!' thus you speak.  blessed, blessed be the vine-knife!  but everything unripe wants to live: alas!
woe says: 'fade! be gone, woe!' but everything that suffers wants to live, that it may grow ripe and merry and passionate,
passionate for remoter, higher, brighter things.  'i want heirs,' thus speaks everything that suffers, 'i want children, i do not want myself.'
joy, however, does not want heirs or children, joy wants itself, wants eternity, wants recurrence, wants everything eternally the same.
woe says: 'break, bleed, heart!  walk, legs! wings, fly!  upward!  upward, pain!' very well!  come one! my old heart: woe says: fade!  go!

11.
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 heart's agony!  o happiness!  o pain! oh break, heart!  you higher men, learn this, learn that joy wants eternity,
joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, deep, deep eternity!