Canto II
Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The higher Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
These words in somber color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: Their sense is, Master,hard to me!
And he to me, as one experienced:
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
We to the place have come, where I have told thee
Thou shalt behold the people dolorous
Who have forgone the good of intellect.
And after he had laid hid hand on mine
With joyful mien, whence I confronted,
He led me among the secret things.
There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud
Resounded through the air without a star,
Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat.
Language diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
Forever in that air forever black,
Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes.
And I, who had my head with horror bound,
Said: Master, what is this which now I hear?
What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished ?
And he to me: The miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived withouten infamy or praise.
Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
Nor faithful were to God, but were for self,
The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
Nor them the nethermore abyss receives,
For glory none the damned would have from them.
And I:O Master, what so grievous is
To these, that maketh them lament so sore?
He answered: I will tell thee very briefly.
These have no longer any hope of death
And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
they envious are of every other fate.
No fame of them the world permits to be;
Misericord and Justice both disdain them.
Let us not speak of them, but look and pass.
And I, look again, beheld a banner,
Which, whirling round, ran on sop rapidly,
That of all paused it seemed to me indignant;
And after it there came so long a train
Of people, that I ne'er would have believed
That ever to Death so many had undone.
When some among them I had recognized.
I looked, and I beheld the shade of him
Who made this through cowardice the great refusal.
Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain,
That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches
Hateful to God and to his enemies.
These miscreants, who never were alive,
Were naked, were stung exceedingly
By the disgusting worms was gathered up.
And when to gazing father I betook me.
People I saw on a great river's bank;
Whence said I: Master, now vouchsafe to me,
That I may know who these are, and what law
Makes them appear so ready to pass over,
As I discern athwart the dusky light.
And he to me, These things shall be known
To thee, as soon as we our footsteps stay
Upon the dismal shore of Acheron.
Then with mine eyes ashamed and downward cast,
Fearing my words might irksome be to him,
From speech refrained I till we reached the river
And lo! towards us coming in a boat
An old man, hoary with the hair of eld,
Crying: Woe unto you, ye sould depraved.
Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens;
I come to lead you to the other shore,
To the eternal shades in heat and frost.
And thou, that yonder standest, living soul,
Withdraw thee from these people who are dead-
But when he saw that I did not withdraw.
He said: By other ways, by other ports
Thou to shore shalt come, not here, for passage;
A lighter vessel needs must carry thee.
And unto him the Guide: Vex thee not, Caron;
It is so willed there were is power to do
That which is willed; and farther question not.
Thereat were quited the fleecy cheeks
Of him the ferrymen of the livid fen,
Who round about his eyes had wheels of flame.
But all those souls who weary were and naked
Their color changed and gnashed their teeth together,
As soon as they had heard those cruel words.
God they blasphemed and their progenitors,
The human race, the place, the time, the seed
Of their engendering and of their birth!
Thereafter all together they drew back
Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shore,
Which waiteth, every man who fears not God.
Charon the demon, with the eyes of glade,
Beckoning to them, collects them all together,
Beats with his oar whoever lags behind.
As in the autumn-time the leaves fall of,
First one and then another, till the branch
Unto the earth surrenders all its spoils;
In similar wise the evil seed of Adam
Throw themselves from that margin one by one
At signals, as a bird unto its lure.
So they depart across the dusky wave
And ere upon the other side they land
Again on this side a new troop assembles.
My sons, the courteous Master said to me,
All those who perish in the wrath of God
Here meet together out of every land;
And ready are they to pass o'er the river
Because celestial Justice spurs them on,
So that their fear is turned into desire.
This way there never passes a good soul;
And hence id Charon doth complain of thee
Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports.
This being finished, all the dusk champaign
Trembled so violently, that of that terror
The recollection bathes me still with sweat.
The land of tears gave forth a blast of wind,
And fulminated a vermilion light,
Which overmastered in me every sense,
And as a man whom sleep hath seized I fell
(tr. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The higher Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
These words in somber color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: Their sense is, Master,hard to me!
And he to me, as one experienced:
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
We to the place have come, where I have told thee
Thou shalt behold the people dolorous
Who have forgone the good of intellect.
And after he had laid hid hand on mine
With joyful mien, whence I confronted,
He led me among the secret things.
There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud
Resounded through the air without a star,
Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat.
Language diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
Forever in that air forever black,
Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes.
And I, who had my head with horror bound,
Said: Master, what is this which now I hear?
What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished ?
And he to me: The miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived withouten infamy or praise.
Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
Nor faithful were to God, but were for self,
The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
Nor them the nethermore abyss receives,
For glory none the damned would have from them.
And I:O Master, what so grievous is
To these, that maketh them lament so sore?
He answered: I will tell thee very briefly.
These have no longer any hope of death
And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
they envious are of every other fate.
No fame of them the world permits to be;
Misericord and Justice both disdain them.
Let us not speak of them, but look and pass.
And I, look again, beheld a banner,
Which, whirling round, ran on sop rapidly,
That of all paused it seemed to me indignant;
And after it there came so long a train
Of people, that I ne'er would have believed
That ever to Death so many had undone.
When some among them I had recognized.
I looked, and I beheld the shade of him
Who made this through cowardice the great refusal.
Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain,
That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches
Hateful to God and to his enemies.
These miscreants, who never were alive,
Were naked, were stung exceedingly
By the disgusting worms was gathered up.
And when to gazing father I betook me.
People I saw on a great river's bank;
Whence said I: Master, now vouchsafe to me,
That I may know who these are, and what law
Makes them appear so ready to pass over,
As I discern athwart the dusky light.
And he to me, These things shall be known
To thee, as soon as we our footsteps stay
Upon the dismal shore of Acheron.
Then with mine eyes ashamed and downward cast,
Fearing my words might irksome be to him,
From speech refrained I till we reached the river
And lo! towards us coming in a boat
An old man, hoary with the hair of eld,
Crying: Woe unto you, ye sould depraved.
Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens;
I come to lead you to the other shore,
To the eternal shades in heat and frost.
And thou, that yonder standest, living soul,
Withdraw thee from these people who are dead-
But when he saw that I did not withdraw.
He said: By other ways, by other ports
Thou to shore shalt come, not here, for passage;
A lighter vessel needs must carry thee.
And unto him the Guide: Vex thee not, Caron;
It is so willed there were is power to do
That which is willed; and farther question not.
Thereat were quited the fleecy cheeks
Of him the ferrymen of the livid fen,
Who round about his eyes had wheels of flame.
But all those souls who weary were and naked
Their color changed and gnashed their teeth together,
As soon as they had heard those cruel words.
God they blasphemed and their progenitors,
The human race, the place, the time, the seed
Of their engendering and of their birth!
Thereafter all together they drew back
Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shore,
Which waiteth, every man who fears not God.
Charon the demon, with the eyes of glade,
Beckoning to them, collects them all together,
Beats with his oar whoever lags behind.
As in the autumn-time the leaves fall of,
First one and then another, till the branch
Unto the earth surrenders all its spoils;
In similar wise the evil seed of Adam
Throw themselves from that margin one by one
At signals, as a bird unto its lure.
So they depart across the dusky wave
And ere upon the other side they land
Again on this side a new troop assembles.
My sons, the courteous Master said to me,
All those who perish in the wrath of God
Here meet together out of every land;
And ready are they to pass o'er the river
Because celestial Justice spurs them on,
So that their fear is turned into desire.
This way there never passes a good soul;
And hence id Charon doth complain of thee
Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports.
This being finished, all the dusk champaign
Trembled so violently, that of that terror
The recollection bathes me still with sweat.
The land of tears gave forth a blast of wind,
And fulminated a vermilion light,
Which overmastered in me every sense,
And as a man whom sleep hath seized I fell
(tr. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
No comments:
Post a Comment