1 | When I had journeyed half of our life's way, |
2 | I found myself within a shadowed forest, |
3 | for I had lost the path that does not stray. |
4 | Ah, it is hard to speak of what it was, |
5 | that savage forest, dense and difficult, |
6 | which even in recall renews my fear: |
7 | so bitter death is hardly more severe! |
8 | But to retell the good discovered there, |
9 | I'll also tell the other things I saw. |
10 | I cannot clearly say how I had entered |
11 | the wood; I was so full of sleep just at |
12 | the point where I abandoned the true path. |
13 | But when I'd reached the bottom of a hill |
14 | it rose along the boundary of the valley |
15 | that had harassed my heart with so much fear |
16 | I looked on high and saw its shoulders clothed |
17 | already by the rays of that same planet |
18 | which serves to lead men straight along all roads. |
19 | At this my fear was somewhat quieted; |
20 | for through the night of sorrow I had spent, |
21 | the lake within my heart felt terror present. |
22 | And just as he who, with exhausted breath, |
23 | having escaped from sea to shore, turns back |
24 | to watch the dangerous waters he has quit, |
25 | so did my spirit, still a fugitive, |
26 | turn back to look intently at the pass |
27 | that never has let any man survive. |
28 | I let my tired body rest awhile. |
29 | Moving again, I tried the lonely slope |
30 | my firm foot always was the one below. |
31 | And almost where the hillside starts to rise |
32 | look there!-a leopard, very quick and lithe, |
33 | a leopard covered with a spotted hide. |
34 | He did not disappear from sight, but stayed; |
35 | indeed, he so impeded my ascent |
36 | that I had often to turn back again. |
37 | The time was the beginning of the morning; |
38 | the sun was rising now in fellowship |
39 | with the same stars that had escorted it |
40 | when Divine Love first moved those things of beauty; |
41 | so that the hour and the gentle season |
42 | gave me good cause for hopefulness on seeing |
43 | that beast before me with his speckled skin; |
44 | but hope was hardly able to prevent |
45 | the fear I felt when I beheld a lion. |
46 | His head held high and ravenous with hunger |
47 | even the air around him seemed to shudder |
48 | this lion seemed to make his way against me. |
49 | And then a she-wolf showed herself; she seemed |
50 | to carry every craving in her leanness; |
51 | she had already brought despair to many. |
52 | The very sight of her so weighted me |
53 | with fearfulness that I abandoned hope |
54 | of ever climbing up that mountain slope. |
55 | Even as he who glories while he gains |
56 | will, when the time has come to tally loss, |
57 | lament with every thought and turn despondent, |
58 | so was I when I faced that restless beast |
59 | which, even as she stalked me, step by step |
60 | had thrust me back to where the sun is speechless. |
61 | While I retreated down to lower ground, |
62 | before my eyes there suddenly appeared |
63 | one who seemed faint because of the long silence. |
64 | When I saw him in that vast wilderness, |
65 | Have pity on me, were the words I cried |
66 | whatever you may be a shade, a man. |
67 | He answered me: Not man; I once was man. |
68 | Both of my parents came from Lombardy, |
69 | and both claimed Mantua as native city. |
70 | And I was born, though late, sub Julio, and |
71 | lived in Rome under the good Augustus the |
72 | season of the false and lying gods. |
73 | I was a poet, and I sang the righteous |
74 | son of Anchises who had come from |
75 | Troy when flames destroyed the pride of Ilium. |
76 | But why do you return to wretchedness? |
77 | Why not climb up the mountain of delight, |
78 | the origin and cause of every joy? |
79 | And are you then that Virgil, you the fountain |
80 | that freely pours so rich a stream of speech? I |
81 | answered him with shame upon my brow. |
82 | O light and honor of all other poets, may my |
83 | long study and the intense love that made me |
84 | search your volume serve me now. |
85 | You are my master and my author, you |
86 | the only one from whom my writing drew the |
87 | noble style for which I have been honored. |
88 | You see the beast that made me turn aside; |
89 | help me, o famous sage, to stand against her, for |
90 | she has made my blood and pulses shudder. |
91 | It is another path that you must take, |
92 | he answered when he saw my tearfulness, |
93 | if you would leave this savage wilderness; |
94 | the beast that is the cause of your outcry |
95 | allows no man to pass along her track, but |
96 | blocks him even to the point of death; |
97 | her nature is so squalid, so malicious |
98 | that she can never sate her greedy will; |
99 | when she has fed, she's hungrier than ever. |
100 | She mates with many living souls and shall |
101 | yet mate with many more, until the Greyhound |
102 | arrives, inflicting painful death on her. |
103 | That Hound will never feed on land or pewter, |
104 | but find his fare in wisdom, love, and virtue; his |
105 | place of birth shall be between two felts. |
106 | He will restore low-lying Italy for which |
107 | the maid Camilla died of wounds, and |
108 | Nisus, Turnus, and Euryalus. |
109 | And he will hunt that beast through every city |
110 | until he thrusts her back again to Hell from |
111 | which she was first sent above by envy. |
112 | Therefore, I think and judge it best for you |
113 | to follow me, and I shall guide you, taking |
114 | you from this place through an eternal place, |
115 | where you shall hear the howls of desperation |
116 | and see the ancient spirits in their pain, as each |
117 | of them laments his second death; |
118 | and you shall see those souls who are content |
119 | within the fire, for they hope to reach |
120 | whenever that may be the blessed people. |
121 | If you would then ascend as high as these, |
122 | a soul more worthy than I am will guide |
123 | you I'll leave you in her care when I depart, |
124 | because that Emperor who reigns above, |
125 | since I have been rebellious to His law, |
126 | will not allow me entry to His city. |
127 | He governs everywhere, but rules from there; |
128 | there is His city, His high capital: o happy |
129 | those He chooses to be there! |
130 | And I replied: O poet by that God whom |
131 | you had never come to know I beg you, that I |
132 | may flee this evil and worse evils, |
133 | to lead me to the place of which you spoke, |
134 | that I may see the gateway of Saint Peter and |
135 | those whom you describe as sorrowful. |
136 | Then he set out, and I moved on behind him. |
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Inferno–Canto 1
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