The people have ye served and the people's superstition—NOT the truth!—all ye famous wise ones! And just on that account did they pay you reverence
And on that account also did they tolerate your unbelief, because it was a pleasantry and a by-path for the people. Thus doth the master give free scope to his slaves, and even enjoyeth their presumptuousness
But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs—is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods
To hunt him out of his lair—that was always called "sense of right" by the people: on him do they still hound their sharpest-toothed dogs
"For there the truth is, where the people are! Woe, woe to the seeking ones!"—thus hath it echoed through all time
Your people would ye justify in their reverence: that called ye "Will to Truth," ye famous wise ones!
And your heart hath always said to itself: "From the people have I come: from thence came to me also the voice of God."
Stiff-necked and artful, like the ass, have ye always been, as the advocates of the people
And many a powerful one who wanted to run well with the people, hath harnessed in front of his horses—a donkey, a famous wise man
And now, ye famous wise ones, I would have you finally throw off entirely the skin of the lion!
The skin of the beast of prey, the speckled skin, and the dishevelled locks of the investigator, the searcher, and the conqueror!
Ah! for me to learn to believe in your "conscientiousness," ye would first have to break your venerating will
Conscientious—so call I him who goeth into God-forsaken wildernesses, and hath broken his venerating heart
And on that account also did they tolerate your unbelief, because it was a pleasantry and a by-path for the people. Thus doth the master give free scope to his slaves, and even enjoyeth their presumptuousness
But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs—is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods
To hunt him out of his lair—that was always called "sense of right" by the people: on him do they still hound their sharpest-toothed dogs
"For there the truth is, where the people are! Woe, woe to the seeking ones!"—thus hath it echoed through all time
Your people would ye justify in their reverence: that called ye "Will to Truth," ye famous wise ones!
And your heart hath always said to itself: "From the people have I come: from thence came to me also the voice of God."
Stiff-necked and artful, like the ass, have ye always been, as the advocates of the people
And many a powerful one who wanted to run well with the people, hath harnessed in front of his horses—a donkey, a famous wise man
And now, ye famous wise ones, I would have you finally throw off entirely the skin of the lion!
The skin of the beast of prey, the speckled skin, and the dishevelled locks of the investigator, the searcher, and the conqueror!
Ah! for me to learn to believe in your "conscientiousness," ye would first have to break your venerating will
Conscientious—so call I him who goeth into God-forsaken wildernesses, and hath broken his venerating heart
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