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The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

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CANTOI
Inthemidwayof
dette
thisourmortallife,I
fandt
foundmeinagloomywood,astrayGonefromthepathdirect:
og
ande’entotellItwere
ikke
noeasytask,howsavagewildThatforest,howrobust
og
androughitsgrowth,Whichto
huske
rememberonly,mydismayRenews,inbitternessnot
langt
farfromdeath.
Yettodiscourseofwhat
der
theregoodbefell,Allelse
vil
willIrelatediscover’dthere.
How
først
firstIenter’ditIscarce
kan
cansay,Suchsleepydullnessinthatinstantweigh’dMysenses
ned
down,whenthetruepathI
forlod
left,Butwhenamountain’sfootIreach’d,whereclos’dThevalley,that
havde
hadpierc’dmyheartwithdread,Ilook’daloft,
og
andsawhisshouldersbroad
Allerede
Alreadyvestedwiththatplanet’sbeam,Wholeadsallwandererssafe
gennem
througheveryway.
Thenwas
en
alittlerespitetothefear,Thatinmyheart’srecessesdeep
havde
hadlain,Allofthat
nat
night,sopitifullypass’d:
Andas
en
aman,withdifficultshortbreath,Forespent
med
withtoiling,’scap’dfromseatoshore,
Vender
Turnstotheperilouswidewaste,
og
andstandsAtgaze;
e’ensomyspirit,thatyetfail’dStruggling
med
withterror,turn’dtoview
de
thestraits,Thatnonehathpass’d
og
andliv’d.
Mywearyframe
Efter
Aftershortpauserecomforted,againIjourney’don
over
overthatlonelysteep,.
Thehinderfoot
stadig
stillfirmer.
ScarcetheascentBegan,
når
when,lo!
apanther,nimble,light,
Og
Andcover’dwithaspeckledskin,appear’d,Nor,
da
whenitsawme,vanish’d,ratherstroveTo
kontrollere
checkmyonwardgoing;
thatofttimes
Med
WithpurposetoretracemystepsIturn’d.
The
time
hourwasmorning’sprime,andonhis
vej
wayAloftthesunascended
med
withthosestars,Thatwithhimrose,
da
whenLovedivinefirstmov’dThoseitsfairworks:
sothat
med
withjoyoushopeAllthingsconspir’dtofill
mig
me,thegayskinOfthatswiftanimal,thematindawn
Og
Andthesweetseason.
Soonthatjoywaschas’d,
Og
Andbynewdreadsucceeded,
da
wheninviewAlion
kom
came,’gainstme,asitappear’d,.
Med
Withhisheadheldaloft
og
andhunger-mad,Thate’entheairwasfear-struck.
Ashe-wolfWasathisheels,
som
whoinherleannessseem’d
Fuld
Fullofallwants,and
mange
manyalandhathmadeDisconsolateere
nu
now.
ShewithsuchfearO’erwhelmed
mig
me,atthesightofherappall’d,
At
Thatoftheheightall
håb
hopeIlost.
Asone,Who
med
withhisgainelated,sees
den
thetimeWhenallunwaresisgone,heinwardlyMourns
med
withheart-gripinganguish;
suchwas
Jeg
I,Hauntedbythatfellbeast,
aldrig
neveratpeace,Whocomingo’er
mod
againstme,bydegreesImpell’dme
hvor
wherethesuninsilence
hviler
rests.
Whiletothelowerspace
med
withbackwardstepIfell,mykendiscern’d
det
theformoneofone,Whosevoiceseem’dfaint
gennem
throughlongdisuseofspeech.
Da
WhenhiminthatgreatdesertIespied,“Havemercyonme!”
criedIoutaloud,“Spirit!
eller
orlivingman!
whate’erthoube!”
Heanswer’d:
“Nownot
mand
man,manonceIwas,
Og
AndbornofLombardparents,Mantuana
både
bothBycountry,whenthe
magten
powerofJuliusyetWasscarcelyfirm.
AtRomemy
liv
lifewaspastBeneaththemildAugustus,in
den
thetimeOffableddeities
og
andfalse.
AbardWas
Jeg
I,andmadeAnchises’upright
søn
sonThesubjectofmysong,
som
whocamefromTroy,Whentheflamesprey’donIlium’shaughtytowers.
Men
Butthou,saywhereforetosuchperils
forbi
pastReturn’stthou?
whereforenot
dette
thispleasantmountAscendest,cause
og
andsourceofalldelight?”
“AndartthouthenthatVirgil,thatwell-spring,Fromwhichsuchcopiousfloodsofeloquence
Har
Haveissued?”
Iwithfrontabash’dreplied.
“Glory
og
andlightofallthetunefultrain!
Mayitavailme
at
thatIlongwithzeal
Har
Havesoughtthyvolume,and
med
withloveimmenseHaveconn’dito’er.
Mymasterthou
og
andguide!
Thouhefromwhom
alene
aloneIhavederiv’dThatstyle,
som
whichforitsbeautyintofameExalts
mig
me.
Seethebeast,fromwhomIfled.
Osavemefrom
hende
her,thouillustrioussage!
“For
hver
everyveinandpulsethroughoutmyframeShehathmadetremble.”
Han
He,soonashesaw
At
ThatIwasweeping,answer’d,“Thou
må
mustneedsAnotherwaypursue,
hvis
ifthouwouldst’scapeFromout
at
thatsavagewilderness.
Thisbeast,Atwhomthoucriest,her
vej
waywillsuffernoneTopass,
og
andnolesshindrancemakes
end
thandeath:
Sobadandsoaccursedinher
art
kind,Thatneversatedisherravenous
vilje
will,Stillafterfoodmorecraving
end
thanbefore.
TomanyananimalinwedlockvileShefastens,
og
andshallyettomany
flere
more,Untilthatgreyhoundcome,whoshalldestroyHer
med
withsharppain.
HewillnotlifesupportByearthnoritsbasemetals,
men
butbylove,Wisdom,andvirtue,
og
andhislandshallbeTheland’twixt
enten
eitherFeltro.
InhismightShallsafetytoItalia’splainsarise,Forwhosefairrealm,Camilla,virginpure,Nisus,Euryalus,
og
andTurnusfell.
Hewithincessantchase
gennem
througheverytownShallworry,
indtil
untilhetohellatlengthRestore
hende
her,thencebyenvyfirstletloose.
Iforthyprofitpond’ring
nu
nowdevise,Thatthoumayst
følge
followme,andIthyguide
Vil
Willleadtheehencethroughaneternalspace,
Hvor
Wherethoushaltheardespairingshrieks,
og
andseeSpiritsofoldtormented,whoinvokeA
anden
seconddeath;
andthosenextview,whodwellContentin
ild
fire,forthattheyhopeto
komme
come,Whene’erthetimemaybe,amongtheblest,IntowhoseregionsifthouthendesireT’ascend,
en
aspiritworthierthanI
Skal
Mustleadthee,inwhosecharge,
når
whenIdepart,Thoushaltbeleft:
forthatAlmighty
Konge
King,Whoreignsabove,arebeltohis
lov
law,Adjudgesme,andthereforehathdecreed,Thattohis
by
citynonethroughmeshould
komme
come.
Heinallpartshathsway;
der
thererules,thereholdsHiscitadel
og
andthrone.
Ohappythose,Whomtherehechooses!”
Itohimin
få
few:
“Bard!
bythatGod,whomthoudidstnotadore,Idobeseechthee(that
dette
thisillandworseI
kan
mayescape)toleadme,
hvor
wherethousaidst,ThatISaintPeter’sgate
kan
mayview,andthoseWhoasthoutell’st,arein
sådan
suchdismalplight.”
CANTOII
Nu
Nowwasthedaydeparting,
og
andtheair,Imbrown’dwithshadows,fromtheirtoilsreleas’d
Alle
Allanimalsonearth;
andI
alene
alonePrepar’dmyselftheconflicttosustain,
Både
Bothofsadpity,andthatperilousroad,
Som
Whichmyunerringmemoryshallretrace.
OMuses!
O
højt
highgenius!
nowvouchsafeYouraid!
O
sind
mind!
thatallIsawhast
opbevaret
keptSafeinawrittenrecord,
her
herethyworthAndeminentendowments
kommer
cometoproof.
Ithusbegan:
“Bard!
thou
der
whoartmyguide,Consider
godt
well,ifvirtuebeinmeSufficient,ereto
denne
thishighenterpriseThoutrustme.
ThouhasttoldthatSilvius’sire,
Endnu
Yetcloth’dincorruptibleflesh,amongTh’immortaltribeshadentrance,
og
andwasthereSensiblepresent.
Men
Yetifheaven’sgreatLord,Almightyfoetoill,
sådan
suchfavourshew’d,Incontemplationofthe
høje
higheffect,Bothwhatand
hvem
whofromhimshouldissueforth,Itseemsinreason’sjudgmentwelldeserv’d:
SithheofRome,
og
andofRome’sempirewide,Inheaven’sempyrealheightwaschosensire:
Begge
Bothwhich,iftruthbespoken,wereordain’d
Og
And’stablish’dfortheholy
sted
place,wheresitsWhoto
store
greatPeter’ssacredchairsucceeds.
Hefrom
denne
thisjourney,inthysongrenown’d,Learn’dthings,
der
thattohisvictorygaverise
Og
Andtothepapalrobe.
Inafter-timesThechosenvessel
også
alsotravel’dthere,Tobringusbackassuranceinthatfaith,
Som
Whichistheentrancetosalvation’s
vej
way.
ButI,whyshouldItherepresume?
eller
orwhoPermitsit?
notAeneasInorPaul.
MyselfIdeemnotworthy,
og
andnoneelseWilldeemme.
Jeg
I,ifonthisvoyagethenIventure,fearit
vil
willinfollyend.
Thou,
der
whoartwise,bettermymeaningknow’st,
End
ThanIcanspeak.”
As
en
one,whounresolvesWhathehath
sent
lateresolv’d,andwithnewthoughts
Ændrer
Changeshispurpose,fromhis
første
firstintentRemov’d;
e’ensuchwasIonthatduncoast,Wastinginthoughtmyenterprise,at
første
firstSoeagerlyembrac’d.
“IfrightthywordsIscan,”repliedthatshademagnanimous,“Thysoulisbyvilefearassail’d,whichoftSoovercastsa
mand
man,thatherecoilsFromnoblestresolution,likeabeastAtsomefalsesemblancein
den
thetwilightgloom.
Thatfrom
denne
thisterrorthoumaystfreethyself,I
vil
willinstructtheewhyI
kom
came,andwhatIheardin
at
thatsameinstant,whenfortheeGrieftouch’dme
først
first.
Iwasamongthetribe,
Der
Whorestsuspended,whenadame,soblest
Og
Andlovely,Ibesoughthertocommand,Call’d
mig
me;
hereyeswerebrighter
end
thanthestarOfday;
og
andshewithgentlevoice
og
andsoftAngelicallytun’dherspeechaddress’d:
“OcourteousshadeofMantua!
thouwhosefameYetlives,
og
andshalllivelongasnature
varer
lasts!
Afriend,notofmyfortune
men
butmyself,Onthewidedesertinhisroad
har
hasmetHindrancesogreat,
at
thathethroughfearhasturn’d.
Nu
NowmuchIdreadlesthe
tidligere
pasthelphavestray’d,AndIberis’ntoo
sent
lateforhisrelief,FromwhatinheavenofhimIheard.
Speed
nu
now,Andbythyeloquentpersuasivetongue,
Og
Andbyallmeansforhisdeliverance
møde
meet,Assisthim.
Sotome
vil
willcomfortspring.
Iwho
nu
nowbidtheeonthiserrandforthAmBeatrice;
from
et
aplaceIcome.
(Note:
Beatrice.
I
bruger
usethisword,asitispronouncedintheItalian,asconsistingof
fire
foursyllables,ofwhichthethirdisa
lang
longone.)
Revisitedwithjoy.
Kærlighed
Lovebroughtmethence,Whopromptsmyspeech.
Når
WheninmyMaster’ssightI
står
stand,thypraisetohimIoft
vil
willtell.”
Shethenwassilent,
og
andIthusbegan:
“O
Frue
Lady!
bywhoseinfluencealone,Mankindexcels
hvad
whateveriscontain’dWithinthatheavenwhichhaththesmallestorb,Sothycommanddelights
mig
me,thattoobey,Ifitwere
gjort
donealready,wouldseemlate.
Ikke
Noneedhastthoufartherto
sige
speakthywill;
Yettell
det
thereason,whythouartnotlothTo
forlade
leavethatamplespace,whereto
vende tilbage
returnThouburnest,forthiscentreherebeneath.”
Shethen:
“Sincethousodeeplywouldstinquire,I
vil
willinstructtheebriefly,why
ingen
nodreadHindersmyentrance
her
here.
ThosethingsaloneAretobefear’d,whenceevil
kan
mayproceed,Noneelse,fornoneareterriblebeside.
Iamsofram’dby
Gud
God,thankstohisgrace!
At
Thatanysuff’ranceofyourmisery
Rører
Touchesmenot,norflameof
at
thatfiercefireAssailsme.
In
høje
highheavenablesseddameBesides,whomourns
med
withsucheffectualgriefThathindrance,whichI
sender
sendtheetoremove,ThatGod’ssternjudgmenttoher
vilje
willinclines.”
ToLuciacalling,hershethusbespake:
“Nowdoththyfaithfulservantneedthyaid
Og
AndIcommendhimtothee.”
Ather
ord
wordSpedLucia,ofallcruelty
det
thefoe,Andcomingto
det
theplace,whereIabodeSeated
med
withRachel,herofancientdays,Shethusaddress’d
mig
me:
“Thoutruepraiseof
Gud
God!
Beatrice!
whyisnotthysuccourlentTo
ham
him,whosomuchlov’dthee,asto
forlade
leaveForthysakeallthemultitudeadmires?
Dostthounot
hører
hearhowpitifulhiswail,Normarkthe
døden
death,whichinthetorrentflood,Swolnmightier
end
thanasea,himstrugglingholds?”
Ne’eramongmendid
nogen
anywithsuchspeedHastetotheirprofit,fleefromtheirannoy,As
da
whenthesewordswerespoken,I
kom
camehere,Downfrommyblessedseat,trustingtheforceOfthypureeloquence,whichthee,
og
andallWhowellhavemark’dit,intohonourbrings.”
“Whenshehadended,herbrightbeamingeyesTearfulsheturn’daside;
whereatI
følte
feltRedoubledzealtoservethee.
Asshewill’d,ThusamI
kommer
come:
Isav’dtheefrom
det
thebeast,Whothynearwayacross
det
thegoodlymountPrevented.
Whatisthis
kommer
comeso’ertheethen?
Why,
hvorfor
whydostthouhangback?
hvorfor
whyinthybreastHarbourvilefear?
hvorfor
whyhastnotcouragethere
Og
Andnobledaring?
SincethreemaidssoblestThysafety
plan
plan,e’eninthecourtofheaven;
Og
Andsomuchcertaingoodmywordsforebode.”
Asflorets,bythefrosty
luft
airofnightBentdown
og
andclos’d,whendayhasblanch’dtheirleaves,Rise
alle
allunfoldedontheirspirystems;
Sowasmyfaintingvigour
ny
newrestor’d,Andtomy
hjerte
heartsuchkindlycourageran,ThatIas
en
oneundauntedsoonreplied:
“O
fuld
fullofpityshe,whoundertookMysuccour!
og
andthoukindwhodidstperformSo
snart
soonhertruebehest!
With
et sådant
suchdesireThouhastdispos’dmetorenewmyvoyage,Thatmy
første
firstpurposefullyisresum’d.
Lead
på
on:
oneonlywillisinus
begge
both.
Thouartmyguide,mymasterthou,
og
andlord.”
SospakeI;
CANTOIII
“Throughmeyoupassintothecityofwoe:
Gennem
Throughmeyoupassintoeternalpain:
Gennem
Throughmeamongthepeople
tabt
lostforaye.
Justicethefounderofmyfabricmov’d:
Torearmewas
den
thetaskofpowerdivine,Supremestwisdom,
og
andprimevallove.
Beforemethingscreatewerenone,savethingsEternal,
og
andeternalIendure.
“All
håb
hopeabandonyewhoenterhere.”
SuchcharactersincolourdimImark’d
Over
Overaportal’sloftyarchinscrib’d:
WhereatIthus:
“Master,
disse
thesewordsimportHardmeaning.”
Heas
en
oneprepar’dreplied:
“Herethou
må
mustalldistrustbehindthee
forlade
leave;
Herebevilefearextinguish’d.
Wearecome
Hvor
WhereIhavetoldtheeweshall
se
seethesoulsTomiserydoom’d,whointellectualgood
Har
Havelost.”
Andwhenhis
hånd
handhehadstretch’dforthTo
min
mine,withpleasantlooks,whenceIwascheer’d,Intothatsecret
sted
placeheledmeon.
Her
HeresighswithlamentationsandloudmoansResounded
gennem
throughtheairpierc’dby
ingen
nostar,Thate’enIweptatentering.
Varioustongues,Horriblelanguages,outcriesofwoe,Accentsofanger,voicesdeep
og
andhoarse,Withhandstogethersmote
der
thatswell’dthesounds,Madeup
et
atumult,thatforeverwhirlsRound
gennem
throughthatairwithsoliddarknessstain’d,
Som
Liketothesandthatin
den
thewhirlwindflies.
Ithen,
med
witherroryetencompass’d,cried:
“Omaster!
WhatisthisI
hører
hear?
WhatraceArethese,
der
whoseemsoovercomewithwoe?”
Hethusto
mig
me:
“ThismiserablefateSufferthewretchedsoulsofthose,wholiv’d
Uden
Withoutorpraiseorblame,
med
withthatillbandOfangelsmix’d,whonorrebelliousprov’dNoryetweretrueto
Gud
God,butforthemselvesWere
kun
only.
FromhisboundsHeaven
drev
drovethemforth,Nottoimpairhislustre,nor
den
thedepthOfHellreceives
dem
them,lestth’accursedtribe
Skulle
Shouldglorythencewithexultationvain.”
Ithen:
“Master!
whatdothaggrievethemthus,
At
Thattheylamentsoloud?”
Hestraightreplied:
“That
vil
willItelltheebriefly.
Disse
TheseofdeathNohope
kan
mayentertain:
andtheirblind
liv
lifeSomeanlypasses,that
alle
allotherlotsTheyenvy.
Fameofthemtheworldhathnone,Norsuffers;
mercy
og
andjusticescornthemboth.
Tal
Speaknotofthem,but
se
look,andpassthemby.”
Og
AndI,whostraightwaylook’d,beheld
et
aflag,Whichwhirlingran
rundt
aroundsorapidly,Thatit
ikke
nopauseobtain’d:
andfollowing
kom
cameSuchalongtrainofspirits,Ishouldne’er
Have
Havethought,thatdeathso
mange
manyhaddespoil’d.
WhensomeoftheseIrecogniz’d,I
så
sawAndknewtheshadeof
ham
him,whotobasefearYielding,abjur’dhis
høje
highestate.
ForthwithIunderstoodforcertain
dette
thisthetribeOfthoseillspirits
både
bothtoGoddispleasingAndtohisfoes.
Disse
Thesewretches,whone’erlived,
Gik
Wentoninnakedness,andsorelystungBywasps
og
andhornets,whichbedew’dtheircheeks
Med
Withblood,thatmix’dwithtearsdropp’dtotheirfeet,
Og
Andbydisgustfulwormswasgather’dthere.
Then
så
lookingfartheronwardsIbeheld
En
Athrongupontheshoreof
en
agreatstream:
WhereatIthus:
“Sir!
grantme
nu
nowtoknowWhomhereweview,
og
andwhenceimpell’dtheyseemSoeagertopasso’er,asIdiscern
Gennem
Throughtheblearlight?”
Hethustomein
få
few:
“Thisshaltthouknow,
snart
soonasourstepsarriveBesidethewoefultideofAcheron.”
Then
med
witheyesdownwardcastandfill’d
med
withshame,Fearingmywordsoffensivetohisear,Tillwe
havde
hadreach’dtheriver,IfromspeechAbstain’d.
Og
Andlo!
towardusinabark
Kommer
Comesonanoldmanhoary
hvid
whitewitheld,.
Crying,“Woetoyouwickedspirits!
håber
hopenotEvertoseethesky
igen
again.
IcomeTotakeyouto
den
theothershoreacross,Intoeternaldarkness,
der
theretodwellInfierceheat
og
andinice.
Andthou,whothereStandest,
levende
livespirit!
gettheehence,
og
andleaveThesewhoaredead.”
Men
ButsoonashebeheldI
forlod
leftthemnot,“Byotherway,”
sagde
saidhe,“Byotherhavenshaltthou
komme
cometoshore,Notby
denne
thispassage;
theeanimblerboat
Må
Mustcarry.”
Thentohimthusspakemyguide:
“Charon!
thyselftormentnot:
so’tiswill’d,
Hvor
Wherewillandpowerareone:
spørg
askthounomore.”