My Lady, who in my anxiety
Beheld me much perplexed, said: Dependent is the heaven and nature all. Behold that circle most conjoined to it,
And know thou, that its motion is so swift Through burning love whereby it is spurred on." And I to her: "If the world were arranged
In the order which I see in yonder wheels, What's set before me would have satisfied me; But in the world of sense we can perceive
That evermore the circles are diviner As they are from the centre more remote Wherefore if my desire is to be ended
In this miraculous and angelic temple, That has for confines only love and light, To hear behoves me still how the example
And the exemplar go not in one fashion, Since for myself in vain I contemplate it." "If thine own fingers unto such a knot
Be insufficient, it is no great wonder, So hard hath it become for want of trying." My Lady thus; then said she: "Do thou take What I shall tell thee, if thou wouldst be sated, And exercise on that thy subtlety.
The circles corporal are wide and narrow
According to the more or less of virtue Which is distributed through all their parts. The greater goodness works the greater weal, The greater weal the greater body holds, If perfect equally are all its parts. Therefore this one which sweeps along with it
The universe sublime, doth correspond Unto the circle which most loves and knows. On which account, if thou unto the virtue
Apply thy measure, not to the appearance Of substances that unto thee seem round, Thou wilt behold a marvellous agreement,
Of more to greater, and of less to smaller, In every heaven, with its Intelligence." Even as remaineth splendid and serene
The hemisphere of air, when Boreas
Is blowing from that cheek where he is mildest, Because is purified and resolved the rack
That erst disturbed it, till the welkin laughs With all the beauties of its pageantry;
Thus did I likewise, after that my Lady
Had me provided with her clear response, And like a star in heaven the truth was seen. And soon as to a stop her words had come, Not otherwise does iron scintillate
When molten, than those circles scintillated. Their coruscation all the sparks repeated,
And they so many were, their number makes More millions than the doubling of the chess. I heard them sing hosanna choir by choir
To the fixed point which holds them at the Ubi, And ever will, where they have ever been. And she, who saw the dubious meditations
Within my mind, "The primal circles," said, "Have shown thee Seraphim and Cherubim. Thus rapidly they follow their own bonds,
To be as like the point as most they can, And can as far as they are high in vision. Those other Loves, that round about them go,
Thrones of the countenance divine are called, Because they terminate the primal Triad.
And thou shouldst know that they all have delight As much as their own vision penetrates The Truth, in which all intellect finds rest.
Is founded in the faculty which sees,
From this it may be seen how blessedness
And not in that which loves, and follows next;
And of this seeing merit is the measure,
Which is brought forth by grace, and by good will; Thus on from grade to grade doth it proceed.
The second Triad, which is germinating In such wise in this sempiternal spring, That no nocturnal Aries despoils,
Perpetually hosanna warbles forth
With threefold melody, that sounds in three Orders of joy, with which it is intrined. The three Divine are in this hierarchy,
First the Dominions, and the Virtues next ; And the third order is that of the Powers. Then in the dances twain penultimate
The Principalities and Archangels wheel; The last is wholly of angelic sports. These orders upward all of them are gazing, And downward so prevail, that unto God They all attracted are and all attract.
And Dionysius with so great desire
To contemplate these Orders set himself, He named them and distinguished them as I do. But Gregory afterwards dissented from him;
Wherefore, as soon as he unclosed his eyes Within this heaven, he at himself did smile. And if so much of secret truth a mortal
Proffered on earth, I would not have thee marvel, For he who saw it here revealed it to him, With much more of the truth about these circles."
AT what time both the children of Latona, Surmounted by the Ram and by the Scales, Together make a zone of the horizon,
As long as from the time the zenith holds them In equipoise, till from that girdle both Changing their hemisphere disturb the balance, So long, her face depicted with a smile,
Did Beatrice keep silence while she gazed Fixedly at the point which had o'ercome me. Then she began: "I say, and I ask not
What thou dost wish to hear, for I have seen it Where centres every When and every Ubi. Not to acquire some good unto himself,
Which is impossible, but that his splendour In its resplendency may say, 'Subsisto,"
In his eternity outside of time,
Outside all other limits, as it pleased him, Into new Loves the Eternal Love unfolded.
Nor as if torpid did he lie before;
For neither after nor before proceeded The going forth of God upon these waters. Matter and Form unmingled and conjoined Came into being that had no defect,
E'en as three arrows from a three-stringed bow. And as in glass, in amber, or in crystal
A sunbeam flashes so, that from its coming To its full being is no interval,
So from its Lord did the triform effect Ray forth into its being all together, Without discrimination of beginning.
Order was con-created and constructed
In substances, and summit of the world Were those wherein the pure act was produced. Pure potentiality held the lowest part;
Midway bound potentiality with act Such bond that it shall never be unbound. Jerome has written unto you of angels
Created a long lapse of centuries Or ever yet the other world was made; But written is this truth in many places
By writers of the Holy Ghost, and thou Shalt see it, if thou lookest well thereat.
And even reason seeth it somewhat,
For it would not concede that for so long Could be the motors without their perfection.
Now dost thou know both where and when these Loves Created were, and how; so that extinct
In thy desire already are three fires.
Nor could one reach, in counting, unto twenty So swiftly, as a portion of these angels Disturbed the subject of your elements. The rest remained, and they began this art
Which thou discernest, with so great delight That never from their circling do they cease. The occasion of the fall was the accursed
Presumption of that One, whom thou hast seen By all the burden of the world constrained. Those whom thou here beholdest modest were
To recognise themselves as of that goodness Which made them apt for so much understanding;
On which account their vision was exalted
By the enlightening grace and their own merit, So that they have a full and steadfast will.
I would not have thee doubt, but certain be, 'Tis meritorious to receive this grace, According as the affection opens to it.
Now round about in this consistory
Much mayst thou contemplate, if these my words Be gathered up, without all further aid.
But since upon the earth, throughout your schools, They teach that such is the angelic nature That it doth hear, and recollect, and will, More will I say, that thou mayst see unmixed The truth that is confounded there below, Equivocating in such like prelections.
These substances, since in God's countenance They jocund were, turned not away their sight From that wherefrom not anything is hidden; Hence they have not their vision intercepted
By object new, and hence they do not need To recollect, through interrupted thought. So that below, not sleeping, people dream,
Believing they speak truth, and not believing; And in the last is greater sin and shame. Below you do not journey by one path
Philosophising; so transporteth you Love of appearance and the thought thereof. And even this above here is endured
With less disdain, than when is set aside The Holy Writ, or when it is distorted. They think not there how much of blood it costs To sow it in the world, and how he pleases Who in humility keeps close to it. Each striveth for appearance, and doth make
His own inventions; and these treated are By preachers, and the Evangel holds its peace. One sayeth that the moon did backward turn,
In the Passion of Christ, and interpose herself So that the sunlight reached not down below; And lies; for of its own accord the light
Hid itself; whence to Spaniards and to Indians, As to the Jews, did such eclipse respond. Florence has not so many Lapi and Bindi
As fables such as these, that every year Are shouted from the pulpit back and forth, In such wise that the lambs, who do not know,
Come back from pasture fed upon the wind, And not to see the harm doth not excuse them.
Christ did not to his first disciples say,
'Go forth, and to the world preach idle tales,' But unto them a true foundation gave;
And this so loudly sounded from their lips,
That, in the warfare to enkindle Faith, They made of the Evangel shields and lances. Now men go forth with jests and drolleries
To preach, and if but well the people laugh, The hood puffs out, and nothing more is asked.
But in the cowl there nestles such a bird,
That, if the common people were to see it, They would perceive what pardons they confide in,
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