"Great luminary! What your happiness would be taken to, if it was not for you those, who you light!During ten years you rose to my cave: you would surfeit with the light and this road, if there was not I, my eagle and my snake.But we lay in wait you every morning, took over you преизбыток your and blessed you.Give a glance! I surfeited with the wisdom, as a bee, collecting too much to honey| I need the hands extended to me.I would like одарять and allot until wise among people would not begin again to be glad to madness it, and poor - to riches it.For this purpose I must get down downward: as you do every evening, dipped in a sea and carrying light it on other side of the world, you, richest luminary!I must, like you,, as people to that I want to get down name it.So bless me, you, quiet eye, without envy looking even on beyond measure large happiness!Bless a bowl ready to be spilled, that yellow-green moisture flowed from her and carried the reflection of your delight everywhere!Give a glance, this bowl wants again to become empty, and Заратустра wants again to become a man".