Zeus (/ˈzjuːs/ ZEWS;Ancient Greek: Ζεύς, Zeús, [zdeǔ̯s]; Modern Greek: Δίας, Días [ˈði.as]) was the sky and thunder god in ancient Greek religion, who ruled as king of the gods of Mount Olympus. His name is cognate with the first element of his Roman equivalent Jupiter.
Zeus is the child of Cronus and Rhea, the youngest of his siblings to be born, though sometimes reckoned the eldest as the others required disgorging from Cronus's stomach. In most traditions, he is married to Hera, by whom he is usually said to have fathered Ares, Hebe, and Hephaestus. At the oracle of Dodona, his consort was said to be Dione, by whom the Iliad states that he fathered Aphrodite. Zeus was also infamous for his erotic escapades. These resulted in many godly and heroic offspring, including Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Persephone, Dionysus, Perseus, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Minos, and the Muses.
He was respected as an allfather who was chief of the gods and assigned the others to their roles: "Even the gods who are not his natural children address him as Father, and all the gods rise in his presence." He was equated with many foreign weather gods, permitting Pausanias to observe "That Zeus is king in heaven is a saying common to all men". His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak. In addition to his Indo-European inheritance, the classical "cloud-gatherer" (Greek: Νεφεληγερέτα, Nephelēgereta) also derives certain iconographic traits from the cultures of the Ancient Near East, such as the scepter. Zeus is frequently depicted by Greek artists in one of two poses: standing, striding forward with a thunderbolt leveled in his raised right hand, or seated in majesty.
Blasse Stirn im Nachtlicht
Gekrönt und ungehalten
Meiner Welt verschwig dich
Dafür sei dein was atmet
Aus deiner Schläfe
wird ein dunkler Geist zum Himmel fahren
So schön und unergründbar,
traurig wie das Leben, das dich treibt
Und dennoch bleibt mein Herz, mein Sehnen
lass die Engel untergehen
Mein Herz, mein Sehnen
werden mich zu Sternen heben
Mein Herz, mein Sehnen
dass die Himmel mir begegnen
Mein Herz, mein Sehnen
Atem stirbt und die Erinnerung - vergeht
Hohl erkling der Ort hier
Staub liegt in leeren Brunnen
Ein Geschick aus Ton nur
Ungeliebt zur Welt gekommen
Fall wie der Regen fällt
und tränke meine nackten Arme
So schön und unergründbar,
traurig wie das Leben, das dich treibt
Vom Rand der Welt
erklingt das Beben in der Zeit
So viele stürzten mich