Veu de Joan Sellent
Here sat I waiting, waiting, but for naught!
Beyond all good and evil—now by light wrought
To joy, now by dark shadows—all was leisure,
All lake, all noon, all time sans aim, sans measure.
Then one, dear friend, was swiftly changed to twain,
And Zarathustra left my teeming brain.
translate by Paul V. Cohn i Maude D. Petre
The Complete Works of Friedrich Nietzsche, Volume 10
New York – The MacMillan Company, 1924
