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The Divine Comedy | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

The Divine Comedy | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

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CANTOI
Inthemidwayof
dette
thisourmortallife,I
fant
foundmeinagloomywood,astrayGonefromthepathdirect:
og
ande’entotellItwereno
lett
easytask,howsavagewildThatforest,
hvor
howrobustandroughitsgrowth,Whichto
huske
rememberonly,mydismayRenews,inbitternessnot
langt
farfromdeath.
Yettodiscourseofwhatthere
gode
goodbefell,AllelsewillIrelatediscover’dthere.
How
først
firstIenter’ditIscarce
kan
cansay,Suchsleepydullnessinthatinstantweigh’dMysenses
ned
down,whenthetruepathI
forlot
left,Butwhenamountain’sfootIreach’d,whereclos’dThevalley,that
hadde
hadpierc’dmyheartwithdread,Ilook’daloft,
og
andsawhisshouldersbroad
Allerede
Alreadyvestedwiththatplanet’sbeam,Wholeads
alle
allwandererssafethrougheveryway.
Thenwas
en
alittlerespitetothefear,Thatinmyheart’srecessesdeep
hadde
hadlain,Allofthat
natten
night,sopitifullypass’d:
Andas
en
aman,withdifficultshortbreath,Forespent
med
withtoiling,’scap’dfromseatoshore,Turnsto
den
theperilouswidewaste,and
står
standsAtgaze;
e’ensomyspirit,that
ennå
yetfail’dStrugglingwithterror,turn’dtoviewthestraits,Thatnonehathpass’d
og
andliv’d.
Mywearyframe
Etter
Aftershortpauserecomforted,againIjourney’don
over
overthatlonelysteep,.
Thehinderfoot
fortsatt
stillfirmer.
ScarcetheascentBegan,
når
when,lo!
apanther,nimble,
lett
light,Andcover’dwithaspeckledskin,appear’d,Nor,
da
whenitsawme,vanish’d,ratherstroveTo
sjekke
checkmyonwardgoing;
thatofttimes
Med
WithpurposetoretracemystepsIturn’d.
Thehourwasmorning’sprime,
og
andonhiswayAloftthesunascended
med
withthosestars,Thatwithhimrose,
når
whenLovedivinefirstmov’dThoseitsfair
arbeider
works:
sothatwithjoyous
håp
hopeAllthingsconspir’dtofill
meg
me,thegayskinOfthatswiftanimal,
den
thematindawnAndthe
søte
sweetseason.
Soonthatjoywaschas’d,
Og
Andbynewdreadsucceeded,
da
wheninviewAlion
kom
came,’gainstme,asitappear’d,.
Med
Withhisheadheldaloft
og
andhunger-mad,Thate’entheairwasfear-struck.
Ashe-wolfWasathisheels,
som
whoinherleannessseem’d
Full
Fullofallwants,and
mange
manyalandhathmadeDisconsolateere
nå
now.
ShewithsuchfearO’erwhelmed
meg
me,atthesightofherappall’d,
At
Thatoftheheightall
håp
hopeIlost.
Asone,Who
med
withhisgainelated,seesthe
tiden
timeWhenallunwaresisgone,heinwardlyMourns
med
withheart-gripinganguish;
suchwas
Jeg
I,Hauntedbythatfellbeast,
aldri
neveratpeace,Whocomingo’er
mot
againstme,bydegreesImpell’dme
der
wherethesuninsilence
hviler
rests.
Whiletothelowerspace
med
withbackwardstepIfell,mykendiscern’dtheform
en
oneofone,Whosevoiceseem’dfaint
gjennom
throughlongdisuseofspeech.
Da
WhenhiminthatgreatdesertIespied,“Havemercyonme!”
criedIoutaloud,“Spirit!
eller
orlivingman!
whate’erthoube!”
Heanswer’d:
“Nownot
mann
man,manonceIwas,
Og
AndbornofLombardparents,Mantuana
både
bothBycountry,whenthe
makten
powerofJuliusyetWasscarcelyfirm.
AtRomemy
liv
lifewaspastBeneaththemildAugustus,in
den
thetimeOffableddeities
og
andfalse.
AbardWas
Jeg
I,andmadeAnchises’upright
sønn
sonThesubjectofmysong,
som
whocamefromTroy,Whentheflamesprey’donIlium’shaughtytowers.
Men
Butthou,saywhereforeto
slike
suchperilspastReturn’stthou?
whereforenot
dette
thispleasantmountAscendest,cause
og
andsourceofalldelight?”
“AndartthouthenthatVirgil,thatwell-spring,Fromwhich
slike
suchcopiousfloodsofeloquence
Har
Haveissued?”
Iwithfrontabash’dreplied.
“Glory
og
andlightofallthetunefultrain!
MayitavailmethatI
lenge
longwithzealHavesoughtthyvolume,
og
andwithloveimmenseHaveconn’dito’er.
Mymasterthou
og
andguide!
Thouhefromwhom
alene
aloneIhavederiv’dThatstyle,whichforitsbeautyintofameExalts
meg
me.
Seethebeast,fromwhomIfled.
O
redde
savemefromher,thouillustrioussage!
“For
hver
everyveinandpulsethroughoutmyframeShehathmadetremble.”
Han
He,soonashesaw
At
ThatIwasweeping,answer’d,“Thou
må
mustneedsAnotherwaypursue,
hvis
ifthouwouldst’scapeFrom
ut
outthatsavagewilderness.
Thisbeast,Atwhomthoucriest,her
vei
waywillsuffernoneTopass,
og
andnolesshindrancemakes
enn
thandeath:
Sobadandsoaccursedinherkind,
At
Thatneversatedisherravenous
vilje
will,Stillafterfoodmorecraving
enn
thanbefore.
TomanyananimalinwedlockvileShefastens,
og
andshallyettomany
flere
more,Untilthatgreyhoundcome,whoshalldestroyHer
med
withsharppain.
Hewillnot
livet
lifesupportByearthnoritsbasemetals,
men
butbylove,Wisdom,andvirtue,
og
andhislandshallbeTheland’twixt
enten
eitherFeltro.
InhismightShallsafetytoItalia’splainsarise,Forwhosefairrealm,Camilla,virginpure,Nisus,Euryalus,
og
andTurnusfell.
Hewithincessantchase
gjennom
througheverytownShallworry,untilhetohellatlengthRestore
henne
her,thencebyenvyfirstletloose.
Iforthyprofitpond’ring
nå
nowdevise,Thatthoumayst
følge
followme,andIthyguide
Vil
Willleadtheehencethroughaneternalspace,
Hvor
Wherethoushaltheardespairingshrieks,
og
andseeSpiritsofoldtormented,whoinvokeAsecond
død
death;
andthosenextview,whodwellContentin
ild
fire,forthattheyhopeto
komme
come,Whene’erthetimemaybe,amongtheblest,IntowhoseregionsifthouthendesireT’ascend,
en
aspiritworthierthanI
Må
Mustleadthee,inwhosecharge,whenIdepart,Thoushaltbe
forlater
left:
forthatAlmightyKing,Whoreignsabove,
en
arebeltohislaw,Adjudges
meg
me,andthereforehathdecreed,Thattohis
by
citynonethroughmeshould
komme
come.
Heinallpartshathsway;
der
thererules,thereholdsHiscitadel
og
andthrone.
Ohappythose,Whom
der
therehechooses!”
Itohiminfew:
“Bard!
bythat
Gud
God,whomthoudidstnotadore,Idobeseechthee(that
denne
thisillandworseI
kan
mayescape)toleadme,
der
wherethousaidst,ThatISaintPeter’sgate
kan
mayview,andthoseWhoasthoutell’st,arein
slik
suchdismalplight.”
CANTOII
Nå
Nowwasthedaydeparting,
og
andtheair,Imbrown’dwithshadows,fromtheirtoilsreleas’d
Alle
Allanimalsonearth;
andI
alene
alonePrepar’dmyselftheconflicttosustain,
Både
Bothofsadpity,andthatperilousroad,Whichmyunerringmemoryshallretrace.
OMuses!
O
høyt
highgenius!
nowvouchsafeYouraid!
Omind!
at
thatallIsawhast
holdt
keptSafeinawrittenrecord,
her
herethyworthAndeminentendowments
kommer
cometoproof.
Ithusbegan:
“Bard!
thou
som
whoartmyguide,Consider
godt
well,ifvirtuebeinmeSufficient,ereto
denne
thishighenterpriseThoutrustme.
Thouhasttold
at
thatSilvius’sire,Yetcloth’dincorruptibleflesh,amongTh’immortaltribeshadentrance,
og
andwasthereSensiblepresent.
Likevel
Yetifheaven’sgreatLord,Almightyfoetoill,
slik
suchfavourshew’d,Incontemplationofthe
høye
higheffect,Bothwhatand
hvem
whofromhimshouldissueforth,Itseemsinreason’sjudgment
godt
welldeserv’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,
som
thattohisvictorygaverise
Og
Andtothepapalrobe.
Inafter-times
Den
Thechosenvesselalsotravel’dthere,To
bringe
bringusbackassuranceinthatfaith,Whichis
den
theentrancetosalvation’sway.
Men
ButI,whyshouldI
der
therepresume?
orwhoPermits
det
it?
notAeneasInorPaul.
MyselfIdeemnotworthy,
og
andnoneelseWilldeem
meg
me.
I,ifonthisvoyagethenIventure,fearit
vil
willinfollyend.
Thou,
som
whoartwise,bettermymeaningknow’st,
Enn
ThanIcanspeak.”
As
en
one,whounresolvesWhathehath
sent
lateresolv’d,andwithnewthoughts
Endrer
Changeshispurpose,fromhis
første
firstintentRemov’d;
e’ensuchwasIonthatduncoast,Wastinginthoughtmyenterprise,atfirstSoeagerlyembrac’d.
“IfrightthywordsIscan,”repliedthatshademagnanimous,“Thysoulisbyvilefearassail’d,whichoftSoovercastsa
mann
man,thatherecoilsFromnoblestresolution,likeabeastAt
noen
somefalsesemblanceinthetwilightgloom.
Thatfrom
denne
thisterrorthoumaystfreethyself,I
vil
willinstructtheewhyI
kom
came,andwhatIheardinthat
samme
sameinstant,whenfortheeGrieftouch’dme
først
first.
Iwasamongthetribe,
Som
Whorestsuspended,whenadame,soblest
Og
Andlovely,Ibesoughthertocommand,Call’d
meg
me;
hereyeswerebrighter
enn
thanthestarOfday;
og
andshewithgentlevoice
og
andsoftAngelicallytun’dherspeechaddress’d:
“OcourteousshadeofMantua!
thouwhosefameYetlives,
og
andshalllivelongasnaturelasts!
En
Afriend,notofmyfortune
men
butmyself,Onthewidedesertinhisroad
har
hasmetHindrancesogreat,
at
thathethroughfearhasturn’d.
Nå
NowmuchIdreadlesthe
tidligere
pasthelphavestray’d,AndIberis’ntoo
sent
lateforhisrelief,FromwhatinheavenofhimI
hørte
heard.
Speednow,Andbythyeloquentpersuasivetongue,
Og
Andbyallmeansforhisdeliverance
møte
meet,Assisthim.
Sotome
vil
willcomfortspring.
Iwho
nå
nowbidtheeonthiserrandforthAmBeatrice;
from
et
aplaceIcome.
(Note:
Beatrice.
I
bruker
usethisword,asitispronouncedintheItalian,asconsistingof
fire
foursyllables,ofwhichthethirdisalongone.)
Revisited
med
withjoy.
Lovebroughtmethence,
Som
Whopromptsmyspeech.
WheninmyMaster’ssightI
står
stand,thypraisetohimIoft
vil
willtell.”
Shethenwassilent,
og
andIthusbegan:
“O
Lady
Lady!
bywhoseinfluencealone,Mankindexcelswhateveriscontain’dWithinthatheavenwhichhaththesmallestorb,Sothycommanddelights
meg
me,thattoobey,Ifitwere
gjort
donealready,wouldseemlate.
No
trenger
needhastthoufartherto
si
speakthywill;
Yettellthereason,
hvorfor
whythouartnotlothTo
forlate
leavethatamplespace,whereto
returnere
returnThouburnest,forthiscentre
her
herebeneath.”
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
Berører
Touchesmenot,norflameof
at
thatfiercefireAssailsme.
In
høye
highheavenablesseddameBesides,whomourns
med
withsucheffectualgriefThathindrance,whichI
sender
sendtheetoremove,ThatGod’ssternjudgmenttoher
vilje
willinclines.”
ToLuciacalling,hershethusbespake:
“Nowdoththyfaithfulservant
trenger
needthyaidAndIcommendhimtothee.”
Ather
ord
wordSpedLucia,ofallcrueltythefoe,
Og
Andcomingtotheplace,
hvor
whereIabodeSeatedwithRachel,herofancientdays,Shethusaddress’d
meg
me:
“Thoutruepraiseof
Gud
God!
Beatrice!
whyisnotthysuccourlentTo
ham
him,whosomuchlov’dthee,asto
forlate
leaveForthysakeallthemultitudeadmires?
Dostthounot
hører
hearhowpitifulhiswail,Normarkthe
døden
death,whichinthetorrentflood,Swolnmightier
enn
thanasea,himstrugglingholds?”
Ne’eramongmen
gjorde
didanywithsuchspeedHastetotheirprofit,fleefromtheirannoy,As
når
whenthesewordswerespoken,I
kom
camehere,Downfrommyblessedseat,
stoler
trustingtheforceOfthypureeloquence,whichthee,
og
andallWhowellhavemark’d
det
it,intohonourbrings.”
“Whenshe
hadde
hadended,herbrightbeamingeyesTearfulsheturn’daside;
whereatIfeltRedoubledzealtoservethee.
Asshewill’d,ThusamI
kommer
come:
Isav’dtheefromthebeast,
Som
WhothynearwayacrossthegoodlymountPrevented.
Whatis
dette
thiscomeso’ertheethen?
Hvorfor
Why,whydostthouhang
tilbake
back?
whyinthybreastHarbourvilefear?
hvorfor
whyhastnotcouragethere
Og
Andnobledaring?
SincethreemaidssoblestThysafety
plan
plan,e’eninthecourtofheaven;
Og
Andsomuchcertaingoodmywordsforebode.”
Asflorets,by
den
thefrostyairofnightBent
ned
downandclos’d,whenday
har
hasblanch’dtheirleaves,Rise
alle
allunfoldedontheirspirystems;
Sowasmyfaintingvigour
ny
newrestor’d,Andtomy
hjerte
heartsuchkindlycourageran,ThatIas
en
oneundauntedsoonreplied:
“O
full
fullofpityshe,whoundertookMysuccour!
og
andthoukindwhodidstperformSo
snart
soonhertruebehest!
WithsuchdesireThouhastdispos’dmetorenewmyvoyage,
At
Thatmyfirstpurposefullyisresum’d.
Lead
på
on:
oneonlywillisinus
begge
both.
Thouartmyguide,mymasterthou,
og
andlord.”
SospakeI;
CANTOIII
“Throughmeyoupassintothe
byen
cityofwoe:
Throughmeyoupassintoeternalpain:
Gjennom
Throughmeamongthepeople
tapt
lostforaye.
Justicethefounderofmyfabricmov’d:
Torearmewasthetaskof
makt
powerdivine,Supremestwisdom,andprimevallove.
Før
Beforemethingscreatewerenone,savethingsEternal,
og
andeternalIendure.
“All
håp
hopeabandonyewhoenterhere.”
Slike
SuchcharactersincolourdimImark’d
Over
Overaportal’sloftyarchinscrib’d:
WhereatIthus:
“Master,
disse
thesewordsimportHardmeaning.”
Heas
en
oneprepar’dreplied:
“Herethou
må
mustalldistrustbehindthee
forlate
leave;
Herebevilefearextinguish’d.
Weare
kommet
comeWhereIhavetoldtheeweshall
se
seethesoulsTomiserydoom’d,
som
whointellectualgoodHavelost.”
Og
Andwhenhishandhe
hadde
hadstretch’dforthTomine,
med
withpleasantlooks,whenceIwascheer’d,Into
det
thatsecretplaceheledme
på
on.
Heresighswithlamentations
og
andloudmoansResoundedthroughtheairpierc’dby
ingen
nostar,Thate’enIweptatentering.
Varioustongues,Horriblelanguages,outcriesofwoe,Accentsofanger,voicesdeep
og
andhoarse,Withhandstogethersmotethatswell’d
den
thesounds,Madeupatumult,thatforeverwhirlsRound
gjennom
throughthatairwithsoliddarknessstain’d,Liketo
den
thesandthatinthewhirlwindflies.
Ithen,
med
witherroryetencompass’d,cried:
“O
mester
master!
WhatisthisI
hører
hear?
WhatraceArethese,
som
whoseemsoovercomewithwoe?”
Hethusto
meg
me:
“ThismiserablefateSufferthewretchedsoulsofthose,wholiv’d
Uten
Withoutorpraiseorblame,
med
withthatillbandOfangelsmix’d,whonorrebelliousprov’dNoryetweretrueto
Gud
God,butforthemselvesWere
bare
only.
FromhisboundsHeavendrovethemforth,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.
Fameofthemthe
verden
worldhathnone,Norsuffers;
mercy
og
andjusticescornthemboth.
Snakk
Speaknotofthem,but
se
look,andpassthemby.”
Og
AndI,whostraightwaylook’d,beheld
et
aflag,Whichwhirlingran
rundt
aroundsorapidly,Thatit
ingen
nopauseobtain’d:
andfollowing
kom
cameSuchalongtrainofspirits,I
skulle
shouldne’erHavethought,that
døden
deathsomanyhaddespoil’d.
Da
WhensomeoftheseIrecogniz’d,I
så
sawAndknewtheshadeof
ham
him,whotobasefearYielding,abjur’dhis
høye
highestate.
ForthwithIunderstoodforcertain
dette
thisthetribeOfthoseillspirits
både
bothtoGoddispleasingAndtohisfoes.
Disse
Thesewretches,whone’erlived,
Gikk
Wentoninnakedness,andsorelystungBywasps
og
andhornets,whichbedew’dtheircheeks
Med
Withblood,thatmix’dwithtearsdropp’dtotheirfeet,
Og
Andbydisgustfulwormswasgather’dthere.
Then
så
lookingfartheronwardsIbeheld
En
Athrongupontheshoreof
en
agreatstream:
WhereatIthus:
“Sir!
grantme
nå
nowtoknowWhomhereweview,
og
andwhenceimpell’dtheyseemSoeagertopasso’er,asIdiscern
Gjennom
Throughtheblearlight?”
Hethustomeinfew:
“Thisshaltthou
vite
know,soonasourstepsarriveBeside
den
thewoefultideofAcheron.”
Then
med
witheyesdownwardcastandfill’d
med
withshame,Fearingmywordsoffensivetohisear,Tillwe
hadde
hadreach’dtheriver,IfromspeechAbstain’d.
Og
Andlo!
towardusinabark
Kommer
Comesonanoldmanhoary
hvit
whitewitheld,.
Crying,“Woetoyouwickedspirits!
håper
hopenotEvertoseethesky
igjen
again.
IcomeTotakeyouto
den
theothershoreacross,Intoeternaldarkness,
der
theretodwellInfierceheat
og
andinice.
Andthou,
som
whothereStandest,livespirit!
få
gettheehence,andleave
Disse
Thesewhoaredead.”
But
snart
soonashebeheldI
forlot
leftthemnot,“Byotherway,”
sa
saidhe,“Byotherhavenshaltthou
komme
cometoshore,Notby
denne
thispassage;
theeanimblerboat
Må
Mustcarry.”
Thentohimthusspakemyguide:
“Charon!
thyselftormentnot:
so’tiswill’d,
Hvor
Wherewillandpowerare
ett
one:
askthounomore.”