Our chase after truth, Is't a chase after happiness? 105 Truth Is a woman, no better, Cunning in her shame: Of what she likes best She will know naught, And covers her face.... To what doth she yield But to violence? Violence she needs. Be hard, ye sages! Ye must compel her, That shamefaced Truth.... For her happiness She needs constraint--She is a woman, no better. 106 We thought evil of each other? We were too distant, But now in this tiny hut, Pinned to one destiny, How could we still be foes? We must needs love those Whom we cannot escape. 107 Love thy foe, Let the robber rob thee: The woman hears and--does it. 110 A proud eye With silken curtains, Seldom clear, Honours him that may see it unveiled. 111 Sluggard eyes That seldom love-- But when they love, the levin flashes As from shafts of gold Where a dagger keeps guard at the treasure of love. 117 They are crabs, for whom I have no fellow-feeling. Grasp them, they pinch you; Leave them alone, and they walk backward. 119 Crooked go great rivers and men, Crooked, but turned to their goal; That is their highest courage, They dreaded not crooked paths. 121 Wouldst catch them? Then speak to them As to stray sheep: "Your path, your path You have lost!" They follow all That flatter them so: "What? had we a path?" Each whispers the other: "It really seems that we have a path." [The numbering given corresponds to that of the original, several fragments having been omitted.--TR.] [Footnote 1: Nietzsche here alludes to Christian perfection, which he considers equivalent to harmlessness.--TR.] [Footnote 2: Alluding to the saying of the Dominican monk Tetzel, who sold indulgences in the time of Luther: "When money leaps into the box, the soul leaps from hell to heaven!"--TR.] HYMN TO LIFE. _For Chorus and Orchestra._ WORDS BY LOU SALOMÉ. MUSIC BY FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE. Trans. BY HERMAN SCHEFFAUER. Arr. for Piano BY ADRIAN COLLINS. M.A. [Illustration: score and lyrics]