And I: "My Master, what are all those people With their disciples of all sects, and much And more and less the monuments are heated." And when he to the right had turned, we passed Between the torments and high parapets. 125 CANTO X. Now onward goes, along a narrow path Speak to me, and my longings satisfy; Might they be seen? already are uplifted The covers all, and no one keepeth guard." And he to me: "They all will be closed up When from Jehoshaphat they shall return Here with the bodies they have left above. Their cemetery have upon this side With Epicurus all his followers, Who with the body mortal make the soul; Within here shalt thou soon be satisfied, From thee my heart, that I may speak the less, Nor only now hast thou thereto disposed me." "O Tuscan, thou who through the city of fire Goest alive, thus speaking modestly, Be pleased to stay thy footsteps in this place. To which perhaps I too molestful was." Upon a sudden issued forth this sound From out one of the tombs; wherefore I pressed, 10 15 20 25 30 And unto me he said: "Turn thee; what dost thou? Behold there Farinata who has risen ; From the waist upwards wholly shalt thou see him.” I had already fixed mine eyes on his, And he uprose erect with breast and front And with courageous hands and prompt my Leader As soon as I was at the foot of his tomb, Somewhat he eyed me, and, as if disdainful, I, who desirous of obeying was, Concealed it not, but all revealed to him ; I answered him, "the first time and the second; Down to the chin, a shadow at his side; I think that he had risen on his knees. Round me he gazed, as if solicitude He had to see if some one else were with me, Weeping, he said to me: "If through this blind Prison thou goest by loftiness of genius, Where is my son? and why is he not with thee?" And I to him: "I come not of myself; He who is waiting yonder leads me here, His language and the mode of punishment Saidst thou, he had? Is he not still alive? When he became aware of some delay, Which I before my answer made, supine I had remained, did not his aspect change, 33 "And if," continuing his first discourse,. 'They have that art," he said, "not learned aright, But fifty times shall not rekindled be The countenance of the Lady who reigns here, Against my race in each one of its laws?" After his head he with a sigh had shaken, "There I was not alone," he said, "nor surely Consented to the laying waste of Florence, I him entreated, "solve for me that knot, Beforehand whatsoe'er time brings with it, And in the present have another mode." "We see, like those who have imperfect sight, The things," he said, "that distant are from us; Our intellect, and if none brings it to us, Said: "Now, then, you will tell that fallen one, And if just now, in answering, I was dumb, And now my Master was recalling me, Wherefore more eagerly I prayed the spirit That he would tell me who was with him there. He said: "With more than a thousand here I lie; Within here is the second Frederick, And the Cardinal, and of the rest I speak not." 115 120 D Thereon he hid himself; and I towards The ancient poet turned my steps, reflecting Upon that saying, which seemed hostile to me. He moved along; and afterward, thus going, He said to me, "Why art thou so bewildered?' And I in his inquiry satisfied him. "Let memory preserve what thou hast heard Against thyself," that Sage commanded me, "And now attend here;" and he raised his finger. "When thou shalt be before the radiance sweet Of her whose beauteous eyes all things behold, We left the wall, and went towards the middle, CANTO XI. UPON the margin of a lofty bank Which great rocks broken in a circle made, We came upon a still more cruel throng; And there, by reason of the horrible Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out, Which said: "Pope Anastasius I hold, "Slow it behoveth our descent to be, So that the sense be first a little used To the sad blast, and then we shall not heed it." The Master thus; and unto him I said, "Some compensation find, that the time pass not My son, upon the inside of these rocks," Began he then to say, "are three small circles, From grade to grade, like those which thou art leaving. They all are full of spirits maledict; But that hereafter sight alone suffice thee, Hear how and wherefore they are in constraint. Of every malice that wins hate in Heaven, Injury is the end; and all such end Either by force or fr ud afflicteth others. But because fraud is man's peculiar vice, More it displeases God; and so stand lowest All the first circle of the Violent is ; But since force may be used against three persons, A death by violence, and painful wounds, Are to our neighbour given; and in his substance Whence homicides, and he who smites unjustly, Man may lay violent hands upon himself And his own goods; and therefore in the second Whoever of your world deprives himself, Who games, and dissipates his property, And weepeth there, where he should jocund be. Violence can be done the Deity, In heart denying and blaspheming Him, And by disdaining Nature and her bounty. And for this reason doth the smallest round Seal with its signet Sodom and Cahors, And who, disdaining God, speaks from the heart. Fraud, wherewithal is every conscience stung, A man may practise upon him who trusts, And him who doth no confidence imburse. This latter mode, it would appear, dissevers Only the bond of love which Nature makes ; Wherefore within the second circle nestle Hypocrisy, flattery, and who deals in magic, Falsification, theft, and simony, Panders, and barrators, and the like filth. Which Nature makes, and what is after added, |