| 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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