Now the waves rise and rise around your mountain, O Zarathustra, and however high your height may be, many must reach up to you: your boat shall not sit in the dry for much longer.
In a very poetic way, in a very cultured, learned way the king says to Zarathustra, “Now waves and waves are rising around your mountain, just to reach to you.” Whatever the king is saying is under the magnetic, charismatic influence of Zarathustra.
This has always happened.
People who have come to Gautam Buddha have forgotten their personalities, have forgotten their masks, have opened their hearts. People who have come to Pythagoras or Heraclitus have suddenly found that they can throw away their clothes and be utterly nude; there is nothing to hide. In fact, they would like a man like Zarathustra or Gautam Buddha to see through and through their being, because their very seeing is going to cleanse them of all the rubbish that they have been carrying perhaps for many lives.
And however high your height may be, many must reach up to you: your boat shall not sit in the dry for much longer.
And that we despairing men have now come into your cave and are already no longer despairing.
The king said, “We had come here sad, depressed and in deep despair. And you have not uttered a single word. You have not done anything to us and we are already no longer despairing. We are already no longer sad.”
This has been called, in the East, satsang. This is something which is unique to the East. The West has never been able to develop anything parallel to it, because it simply means: to be with the man who has arrived. It is not necessarily needed that he should speak. It is not necessary for you to ask, but just being in his presence is a great experience. His very vibe is transforming; his joy is contagious; his silence finds ways to enter into you; his heart suddenly starts moving your heart in a harmonious dance.
That is only a sign and an omen that better men are on their way to you.
And to recognize that better men are on their way to you is something surprising, because the king, in his world, is the highest – who can be better than him?