In the middle of the walk of our life I found myself through a dark forest, for the straight path was lost. Ahi quanto a dire what was is hard thing esta wild and rugged and strong forest That in the thought rinova la paura! So bitter is it that little is more death;...
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In the middle of the walk of our life I found myself through a dark forest, for the straight path was lost. Ahi quanto a dire what was is hard thing esta wild and rugged and strong forest That in the thought rinova la paura! So bitter is it that little is more death; but to treat of the good that I found there, I will tell of the other things that I stocked there. I cannot well tell how I entered it, so full of sleep was I at that point that the true way I abandoned. But when I had come to the foot of a hill, where that valley ended that had filled my heart with fear, I looked up and saw his shoulders already clothed with the rays of the planet that leads others straight on every street. Then was the fear a little quenched, That in the lake of my heart had lasted The night that I passed with such pity. And as he who with weary lena, coming out of the pelagus to the shore, turns to the perilous and wary water, so my soul, which still fled, turned back to look at the step that never yet left a living person. When I had put down my slack body a little, I took my way again over the deserted slope, so that my foot was always the lowest. And behold, almost at the beginning of the slope, a lithe and lusty horse, that was covered with dappled hair: and it did not depart before my face, nay so impeded my path, that I was to return several times turned. It was early in the morning, and the sun was rising with those stars that were with him when divine love first moved those beautiful things: so that the hour of the weather and the sweet season gave me good cause to hope for that fair skin; but not so that the sight that appeared to me of a lion did not frighten me. This one seemed to come against me with high head and rabid hunger, so that it seemed the air trembled with it. And a she-wolf, who of all lusts seemed dear in her leanness, and many a people made already to live fat, this one bore me so much of gravity with the fear that came out of her sight, that I lost hope of the height. And as he is who willingly acquires, and comes the time to lose him, who in all his thoughts weeps and frets: such made me the beast without peace, who, coming towards me, little by little turned me back where the sun is silent. While I was ruining in a low place, before mine eyes was offered Who for long silence seemed dim. When I saw him in the great desert, “Miserere di me,” I cried to him, “qual che tu sii, od ombra od omo certo!” He answered me, “I was not a man, I was already a man, and my relatives were from Lombardy, both from Mantua by birth. I was born under Julius, though it was late, and lived in Rome under the good Augustus in the time of the false and lying gods. Poet was I, and I sang of that righteous son of Anchises who came of Troy, after the proud Ilion was fought. But why dost thou return to such boredom? Why dost thou not ascend the delightful mountain that is the beginning and cause of all joy?” “Now art thou that Virgil and that fountain that spreads of speech so wide a river?” answered I him with shameful brow. “O of the other poets honor and light, screen me the long study and the great love that made me seek your volume. Thou art my master and my author, thou art only he from whom I took the beautiful style that has done me honor. See the beast for whom I turned; help me from her, famous sage, for she makes my veins and wrists tremble.” ‘To thee must keep other way,’ he answered, when he saw me weeping, ‘if thou wilt camp from this wild place: for this beast, for whom thou criest, will not let another pass by his way, but so impedeth him that he killeth him: and his nature is so wicked and righteous, that he never filleth the craving, and after the meal he is hungrier than before. Many are the animals to which she gnaws, and more will be, till the veltro comes, that will make her die with grief. This one will not eat earth nor pewter, but wisdom, love and virtue, and his nation will be between felt and felt. Of that humble Italy shall be health for which the virgin Cammilla died, Euryalus and Turno and Niso of wounds. These will chase her for ogne villa, until he will have put her back into hell, there where she first departs. Therefore I think and discern by your me, that you follow me, and I’ll be your guide, and bring you from here to the eternal place: where you’ll hear the desperate cries, see the ancient sorrowful spirits, who each cries out for the second death: and you’ll see those who are content in the fire, because they hope to come to the blessed peoples when it is. To whom then if thou wilt ascend, a soul will be more worthy of me: with her I’ll leave thee in my departure: for that Emperor who reigns above, because I was rebellious to his law, will not have me come to his city. In all parts he reigns and reigns there; there is his city and high seat: O happy he whom he elects there!” And I to him, “Poet, I beseech thee by that God whom thou knewest not, that I may flee this evil and worse, that thou mayst bring me thither where now thou didst say, that I may see the door of St. Peter’s and the coloring of which thou makest so much craft.” Then he moved, and I kept after them.In the midst of the journey of our life I found myself through a dark forest, for the straight way was lost. Ahi quanto a dire what was it is hard thing esta wild and rugged and strong forest That in the thought rinova la paura! So bitter is it that little is more death; but to treat of the good that I found there, I will tell of the other things that I stocked there. I cannot well tell how I entered it, so full of sleep was I at that point that the true way I abandoned. But when I had come to the foot of a hill, where that valley ended that had filled my heart with fear, I looked up and saw his shoulders already clothed with the rays of the planet that leads others straight on every street. Then was the fear a little quenched, That in the lake of my heart had lasted The night that I passed with such pity. And as he who with weary lena, coming out of the pelagus to the shore, turns to the perilous and wary water, so my soul, which still fled, turned back to look at the step that never yet left a living person. When I had put down my slack body a little, I took my way again over the deserted slope, so that my foot was always the lowest. And behold, almost at the beginning of the slope, a lithe and lusty horse, that was covered with dappled hair: and it did not depart before my face, nay so impeded my path, that I was to return several times turned. It was early in the morning, and the sun was rising with those stars that were with him when divine love first moved those beautiful things: so that the hour of the weather and the sweet season gave me good cause to hope for that fair skin; but not so that the sight that appeared to me of a lion did not frighten me. This one seemed to come against me with high head and rabid hunger, so that it seemed the air trembled with it. And a she-wolf, who of all lusts seemed dear in her leanness, and many a people made already to live fat, this one bore me so much of gravity with the fear that came out of her sight, that I lost hope of the height. And as he is who willingly acquires, and comes the time that makes him lose him, who weeps in all his thoughts and is saddened: such the beast made me without peace, who, coming towards me, little by little turned me back where the sun is silent. While I was ruining in a low place, before mine eyes was offered Who for long silence seemed dim. When I saw him in the great desert, “Miserere di me,” I cried to him, “qual che tu sii, od ombra od omo certo!” He answered me, “I was not a man, I was already a man, and my relatives were from Lombardy, both from Mantua by birth. I was born under Julius, though it was late, and lived in Rome under the good Augustus in the time of the false and lying gods. Poet was I, and I sang of that righteous son of Anchises who came of Troy, after the proud Ilion was fought. But why dost thou return to such boredom? Why dost thou not ascend the delightful mountain that is the beginning and cause of all joy?” “Now art thou that Virgil and that fountain that spread of speech so wide a river?” answered I him with shameful brow. “O of the other poets honor and light, screen me the long study and the great love that made me seek your volume. Thou art my master and my author, thou art only he from whom I took the beautiful style that has done me honor. See the beast for whom I turned; help me from her, famous sage, for she makes my veins and wrists tremble.” ‘To thee must keep other way,’ he answered, when he saw me weeping, ‘if thou wilt camp from this wild place: for this beast, for whom thou criest, will not let another pass by his way, but so impedeth him that he killeth him: and his nature is so wicked and righteous, that he never filleth the craving, and after the meal he is hungrier than before. Many are the animals to which she gnaws, and more will be, till the veltro comes, that will make her die with grief. This one will not eat earth nor pewter, but wisdom, love and virtue, and his nation will be between felt and felt. Of that humble Italy shall be health for which the virgin Cammilla died, Euryalus and Turno and Niso of wounds. These will chase her for ogne villa, until he will have put her back into hell, there where she first departs. Therefore I think and discern by your me, that you follow me, and I’ll be your guide, and bring you from here to the eternal place: where you’ll hear the desperate cries, see the ancient sorrowful spirits, who each cries out for the second death: and you’ll see those who are content in the fire, because they hope to come to the blessed peoples when it is. To whom, then, if thou wilt ascend, a soul will be more worthy than I: with her I’ll leave thee in my departure: for that Emperor who reigns above, because I was rebellious to his law, will not have me come to his city. In all parts he reigns and reigns there; there is his city and high seat: O happy he whom he elects there!” And I to him: ‘Poet, I beseech thee by that God whom thou knewest not, that I may flee this evil and worse, that thou mayst bring me thither where now thou didst say, that I may see the door of St. Peter’s and the coloring of which thou makest so much craft. Then he moved, and I kept behind them.
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