The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Norwegian B2

The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Norwegian B2

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CANTOI
Inthemidwayofthisourmortallife,Ifoundmeina
dyster
gloomy
wood,astrayGonefromthepathdirect:
ande’entotellItwerenoeasytask,howsavagewildThatforest,how
robust
robust
androughitsgrowth,Whichtorememberonly,mydismay
Fornyer
Renews
,inbitternessnotfarfromdeath.
Yettodiscourseofwhattheregoodbefell,AllelsewillI
relatere
relate
discover’dthere.
HowfirstIenter’ditIscarcecansay,Such
søvnig
sleepy
dullnessinthatinstantweigh’dMysensesdown,whenthetruepathIleft,Butwhenamountain’sfootIreach’d,whereclos’dThevalley,thathadpierc’dmyheartwithdread,Ilook’daloft,andsawhisshoulders
brede
broad
Alreadyvestedwiththatplanet’s
stråle
beam
,Wholeadsallwandererssafethrougheveryway.
Thenwasalittlerespitetothefear,Thatinmyheart’srecessesdeephadlain,Allofthatnight,sopitifullypass’d:
Andasaman,withdifficultshortbreath,Forespentwith
slit
toiling
,’scap’dfromseatoshore,Turnstotheperilouswidewaste,andstandsAt
blikket
gaze
;
e’ensomyspirit,thatyetfail’dStrugglingwith
terror
terror
,turn’dtoviewthestraits,Thatnonehathpass’dandliv’d.
My
trette
weary
frameAftershortpauserecomforted,againIjourney’donoverthatlonelysteep,.
Thehinderfootstillfirmer.
ScarcetheascentBegan,when,lo!
a
panter
panther
,nimble,light,Andcover’dwithaspeckledskin,appear’d,Nor,whenitsawme,vanish’d,ratherstroveTocheckmy
videre
onward
going;
thatofttimesWithpurposetoretracemystepsIturn’d.
Thehourwasmorning’sprime,andonhiswayAloftthesun
steg
ascended
withthosestars,Thatwithhimrose,whenLove
guddommelig
divine
firstmov’dThoseitsfairworks:
sothatwith
gledelig
joyous
hopeAllthingsconspir’dtofillme,thegayskinOfthat
raske
swift
animal,thematindawnAndthesweetseason.
Soonthatjoywaschas’d,Andbynewdread
lyktes
succeeded
,wheninviewAlioncame,’gainstme,asitappear’d,.
Withhisheadheldaloftandhunger-mad,Thate’entheairwasfear-struck.
Ashe-wolfWasathisheels,whoinherleannessseem’dFullofallwants,andmanyalandhathmadeDisconsolateerenow.
ShewithsuchfearO’erwhelmedme,atthesightofherappall’d,ThatoftheheightallhopeIlost.
Asone,Whowithhis
gevinst
gain
elated,seesthetimeWhenallunwaresisgone,heinwardly
Sørger
Mourns
withheart-gripinganguish;
suchwasI,
Hjemsøkt
Haunted
bythatfellbeast,neveratpeace,Whocomingo’eragainstme,bydegreesImpell’dmewherethesuninsilencerests.
WhiletothelowerspacewithbackwardstepIfell,mykendiscern’dtheformoneofone,Whosevoiceseem’d
besvime
faint
throughlongdisuseofspeech.
WhenhiminthatgreatdesertIespied,“Havemercyonme!”
criedIout
høyt
aloud
,“Spirit!
orlivingman!
whate’erthoube!”
Heanswer’d:
“Nownotman,manonceIwas,AndbornofLombardparents,MantuanabothBycountry,whenthepowerofJuliusyetWas
knapt
scarcely
firm.
AtRomemylifewaspast
Under
Beneath
themildAugustus,inthetimeOffableddeitiesandfalse.
AbardWasI,andmadeAnchises’uprightsonThesubjectofmysong,whocamefromTroy,Whentheflamesprey’donIlium’shaughtytowers.
Butthou,saywhereforetosuchperilspastReturn’stthou?
whereforenotthispleasant
fjellet
mount
Ascendest,causeandsourceofalldelight?”
“AndartthouthenthatVirgil,thatwell-spring,FromwhichsuchcopiousfloodsofeloquenceHaveissued?”
Iwithfrontabash’d
svarte
replied
.
“Gloryandlightofallthetunefultrain!
MayitavailmethatIlongwithzealHavesoughtthy
volum
volume
,andwithloveimmenseHaveconn’dito’er.
Mymasterthouandguide!
ThouhefromwhomaloneIhavederiv’dThatstyle,whichforitsbeautyinto
berømmelse
fame
Exaltsme.
Seethebeast,fromwhomI
flyktet
fled
.
Osavemefromher,thouillustrioussage!
“Forevery
vene
vein
andpulsethroughoutmy
ramme
frame
Shehathmadetremble.”
He,soonashesawThatIwasweeping,answer’d,“ThoumustneedsAnotherway
forfølge
pursue
,ifthouwouldst’scapeFromoutthatsavagewilderness.
Thisbeast,Atwhomthoucriest,herwaywillsuffernoneTopass,andnolesshindrancemakesthandeath:
Sobadandsoaccursedinherkind,Thatneversatedisherravenouswill,Stillafterfoodmorecravingthanbefore.
TomanyananimalinwedlockvileShefastens,andshallyettomanymore,Untilthatgreyhoundcome,whoshalldestroyHerwithsharppain.
HewillnotlifesupportByearthnoritsbasemetals,butbylove,
Visdom
Wisdom
,andvirtue,andhislandshallbeTheland’twixteitherFeltro.
InhismightShallsafetytoItalia’splains
oppstå
arise
,Forwhosefairrealm,Camilla,virginpure,Nisus,Euryalus,andTurnusfell.
HewithincessantchasethrougheverytownShallworry,untilhetohellat
lengde
length
Restoreher,thenceby
misunnelse
envy
firstletloose.
Iforthy
fortjeneste
profit
pond’ringnowdevise,Thatthoumaystfollowme,andIthyguideWillleadtheehencethroughan
evig
eternal
space,Wherethoushaltheardespairingshrieks,andseeSpiritsofoldtormented,whoinvokeAseconddeath;
andthosenextview,who
bor
dwell
Contentinfire,forthattheyhopetocome,Whene’erthetimemaybe,amongtheblest,IntowhoseregionsifthouthendesireT’
stige
ascend
,aspiritworthierthanIMustleadthee,inwhosecharge,whenIdepart,Thoushaltbeleft:
forthat
Allmektige
Almighty
King,Whoreignsabove,arebeltohislaw,Adjudgesme,andthereforehathdecreed,Thattohiscitynonethroughmeshouldcome.
Heinallpartshathsway;
thererules,thereholdsHiscitadeland
trone
throne
.
Ohappythose,Whomtherehechooses!”
Itohiminfew:
“Bard!
bythatGod,whomthoudidstnot
tilbad
adore
,Idobeseechthee(thatthisillandworseImayescape)toleadme,wherethousaidst,ThatISaintPeter’sgatemayview,andthoseWhoasthoutell’st,areinsuchdismalplight.”
CANTOII
Nowwasthedaydeparting,andtheair,Imbrown’dwithshadows,fromtheirtoilsreleas’dAllanimalsonearth;
andIalonePrepar’dmyselftheconflictto
opprettholde
sustain
,Bothofsadpity,andthatperilousroad,Whichmyunerringmemoryshallretrace.
OMuses!
Ohighgenius!
nowvouchsafeYour
hjelp
aid
!
Omind!
thatallIsawhastkeptSafeinawrittenrecord,herethyworthAndeminentendowmentscometoproof.
Ithusbegan:
“Bard!
thouwhoartmyguide,Considerwell,if
dyd
virtue
beinmeSufficient,eretothishighenterpriseThoutrustme.
ThouhasttoldthatSilvius’sire,Yetcloth’dincorruptibleflesh,amongTh’immortaltribeshadentrance,andwasthereSensiblepresent.
Yetifheaven’sgreatLord,
Allmektige
Almighty
foetoill,suchfavourshew’d,Incontemplationofthehigheffect,Bothwhatandwhofromhimshouldissue
frem
forth
,Itseemsinreason’s
dom
judgment
welldeserv’d:
SithheofRome,andofRome’sempirewide,Inheaven’sempyreal
høyde
height
waschosensire:
Bothwhich,iftruthbespoken,wereordain’dAnd’stablish’dfortheholyplace,wheresitsWhotogreatPeter’ssacredchairsucceeds.
Hefromthisjourney,inthysongrenown’d,Learn’dthings,thattohisvictorygaveriseAndtothepapal
kappe
robe
.
Inafter-timesThechosen
fartøyet
vessel
alsotravel’dthere,Tobringusback
trygghet
assurance
inthatfaith,Whichistheentrancetosalvation’sway.
ButI,whyshouldIthere
formodet
presume
?
orwhoPermitsit?
notAeneasInorPaul.
MyselfIdeemnot
verdig
worthy
,andnoneelseWilldeemme.
I,ifonthisvoyagethenI
våger
venture
,fearitwillinfollyend.
Thou,whoartwise,bettermymeaningknow’st,ThanIcanspeak.”
Asone,whounresolvesWhathehathlateresolv’d,andwithnewthoughtsChangeshispurpose,fromhisfirstintentRemov’d;
e’ensuchwasIonthatduncoast,Wastinginthoughtmy
foretak
enterprise
,atfirstSoeagerlyembrac’d.
“IfrightthywordsIscan,”
svarte
replied
thatshademagnanimous,“Thysoulisbyvilefearassail’d,whichoftSoovercastsaman,thatherecoilsFromnoblestresolution,likeabeastAtsomefalsesemblanceinthetwilightgloom.
Thatfromthis
terror
terror
thoumaystfreethyself,IwillinstructtheewhyIcame,andwhatIheardinthatsameinstant,whenforthee
Sorg
Grief
touch’dmefirst.
Iwasamongthetribe,Whorest
suspendert
suspended
,whenadame,soblestAndlovely,Ibesoughthertocommand,Call’dme;
hereyeswerebrighterthanthestarOfday;
andshewith
mild
gentle
voiceandsoftAngelicallytun’dherspeechaddress’d:
“Ocourteous
skygge
shade
ofMantua!
thouwhose
berømmelse
fame
Yetlives,andshalllivelongasnaturelasts!
Afriend,notofmyfortunebutmyself,OnthewidedesertinhisroadhasmetHindrancesogreat,thathethroughfearhasturn’d.
NowmuchIdreadlesthepasthelphavestray’d,AndIberis’ntoolateforhis
lettelse
relief
,FromwhatinheavenofhimIheard.
Speednow,Andbythyeloquent
overbevisende
persuasive
tongue,Andbyallmeansforhisdeliverancemeet,
Hjelpe
Assist
him.
Sotomewill
trøste
comfort
spring.
IwhonowbidtheeonthiserrandforthAmBeatrice;
fromaplaceIcome.
(Note:
Beatrice.
Iusethisword,asitispronouncedintheItalian,asconsistingoffoursyllables,ofwhichthethirdisalongone.)
Revisitedwithjoy.
Lovebroughtmethence,Whopromptsmyspeech.
WheninmyMaster’ssightIstand,thy
lovprisning
praise
tohimIoftwilltell.”
Shethenwassilent,andIthusbegan:
“OLady!
bywhose
innflytelse
influence
alone,Mankindexcelswhateveriscontain’dWithinthatheavenwhichhaththesmallestorb,Sothycommanddelightsme,thatto
adlyde
obey
,Ifitweredonealready,wouldseemlate.
Noneedhastthou
lenger
farther
tospeakthywill;
Yettellthereason,whythouartnotlothToleavethatamplespace,wheretoreturnThouburnest,forthis
sentrum
centre
herebeneath.”
Shethen:
“Sincethousodeeplywouldst
spørre
inquire
,Iwillinstructthee
kort
briefly
,whynodreadHindersmyentrancehere.
ThosethingsaloneAretobefear’d,whenceevilmayproceed,Noneelse,fornoneareterriblebeside.
Iamsofram’dbyGod,thankstohisgrace!
Thatanysuff’ranceofyour
elendighet
misery
Touchesmenot,nor
flamme
flame
ofthatfiercefireAssailsme.
InhighheavenablesseddameBesides,who
sørger
mourns
withsucheffectualgriefThathindrance,whichIsendtheetoremove,ThatGod’sstern
dom
judgment
toherwillinclines.”
ToLuciacalling,hershethusbespake:
“Nowdoththy
trofaste
faithful
servantneedthyaidAndI
anbefaler
commend
himtothee.”
AtherwordSpedLucia,ofall
grusomhet
cruelty
thefoe,Andcomingtotheplace,whereIabodeSeatedwithRachel,herofancientdays,Shethusaddress’dme:
“Thoutrue
lovprisning
praise
ofGod!
Beatrice!
whyisnotthysuccourlentTohim,whosomuchlov’dthee,astoleaveForthysakeallthemultitude
beundrer
admires
?
Dostthounothearhow
ynkelig
pitiful
hiswail,Normarkthedeath,whichinthetorrent
flom
flood
,Swolnmightierthanasea,himstrugglingholds?”
Ne’eramongmendidanywithsuchspeedHastetotheirprofit,
flykte
flee
fromtheirannoy,Aswhenthesewordswerespoken,Icamehere,Downfrommyblessedseat,trustingtheforceOfthypureeloquence,whichthee,andallWhowellhavemark’dit,intohonourbrings.”
“Whenshehadended,herbrightbeamingeyesTearfulsheturn’daside;
whereatIfeltRedoubledzealtoservethee.
Asshewill’d,ThusamIcome:
Isav’dtheefromthebeast,Whothynearwayacrossthegoodly
fjellet
mount
Prevented.
Whatisthiscomeso’ertheethen?
Why,whydostthouhangback?
whyinthy
bryst
breast
Harbourvilefear?
whyhastnotcouragethereAnd
edel
noble
daring?
SincethreemaidssoblestThysafetyplan,e’eninthecourtofheaven;
Andsomuchcertaingoodmywordsforebode.”
Asflorets,bythefrostyairofnight
Bøyd
Bent
downandclos’d,whendayhasblanch’dtheirleaves,Riseallunfoldedontheirspirystems;
Sowasmyfaintingvigournewrestor’d,Andtomyheartsuchkindlycourageran,ThatIasoneundauntedsoon
svarte
replied
:
“Ofullofpityshe,who
foretok
undertook
Mysuccour!
andthoukindwhodidstperformSosoonhertruebehest!
WithsuchdesireThouhastdispos’dmeto
fornye
renew
myvoyage,Thatmyfirstpurposefullyisresum’d.
Leadon:
oneonlywillisinusboth.
Thouartmyguide,mymasterthou,andlord.”
SospakeI;
CANTOIII
“Throughmeyoupassintothecityof
ve
woe
:
Throughmeyoupassinto
evig
eternal
pain:
Throughmeamongthepeoplelostforaye.
Justicethefounderofmy
stoff
fabric
mov’d:
Torearmewasthetaskofpower
guddommelig
divine
,Supremestwisdom,andprimevallove.
Beforemethingscreatewerenone,savethings
Evig
Eternal
,andeternalIendure.
“Allhope
forlate
abandon
yewhoenterhere.”
Suchcharactersin
farge
colour
dimImark’dOveraportal’slofty
bue
arch
inscrib’d:
WhereatIthus:
“Master,thesewords
importere
import
Hardmeaning.”
Heasoneprepar’d
svarte
replied
:
“Herethoumustalldistrustbehindtheeleave;
Herebevilefearextinguish’d.
WearecomeWhereIhavetoldtheeweshallseethesoulsTo
elendighet
misery
doom’d,whointellectualgoodHavelost.”
Andwhenhishandhehadstretch’dforthTomine,withpleasantlooks,whenceIwascheer’d,Intothatsecretplaceheledmeon.
Heresighswithlamentationsandloud
stønner
moans
Resoundedthroughtheairpierc’dbynostar,Thate’enIweptatentering.
Ulike
Various
tongues,Horriblelanguages,outcriesofwoe,Accentsofanger,voicesdeepandhoarse,Withhandstogethersmotethatswell’dthesounds,Madeupatumult,thatforeverwhirlsRoundthroughthatairwithsoliddarknessstain’d,Liketothesandthatinthewhirlwindflies.
Ithen,with
feil
error
yetencompass’d,cried:
“Omaster!
WhatisthisIhear?
WhatraceArethese,whoseemso
overvunnet
overcome
withwoe?”
Hethustome:
“ThismiserablefateSufferthe
elendige
wretched
soulsofthose,wholiv’dWithoutor
ros
praise
orblame,withthatillbandOfangelsmix’d,whonor
opprørsk
rebellious
prov’dNoryetweretruetoGod,butforthemselvesWereonly.
FromhisboundsHeavendrovethem
frem
forth
,Nottoimpairhislustre,northedepthOfHellreceivesthem,lestth’accursedtribeShouldglorythencewithexultationvain.”
Ithen:
“Master!
whatdothaggrievethemthus,Thattheylamentsoloud?”
Hestraight
svarte
replied
:
“ThatwillItellthee
kort
briefly
.
TheseofdeathNohopemay
underholde
entertain
:
andtheirblindlifeSomeanlypasses,thatallotherlotsThey
misunner
envy
.
Fameofthemtheworldhathnone,Norsuffers;
mercyandjusticescornthemboth.
Speaknotofthem,butlook,andpassthemby.”
AndI,whostraightwaylook’d,behelda
flagg
flag
,Whichwhirlingranaroundso
raskt
rapidly
,Thatitnopauseobtain’d:
andfollowingcameSuchalongtrainofspirits,Ishouldne’erHavethought,thatdeathsomanyhaddespoil’d.
WhensomeoftheseIrecogniz’d,IsawAndknewthe
skyggen
shade
ofhim,whotobasefearYielding,abjur’dhishighestate.
ForthwithIunderstoodforcertainthisthetribeOfthoseillspiritsbothtoGoddispleasingAndtohisfoes.
Thesewretches,whone’erlived,Wentoninnakedness,andsorelystungBywaspsandhornets,whichbedew’dtheircheeksWithblood,thatmix’dwithtearsdropp’dtotheirfeet,Andbydisgustfulwormswasgather’dthere.
Thenlooking
lenger
farther
onwardsIbeheldAthrongupontheshoreofagreat
strøm
stream
:
WhereatIthus:
“Sir!
grantmenowtoknowWhomhereweview,andwhenceimpell’dtheyseemSoeagertopasso’er,asIdiscernThroughtheblearlight?”
Hethustomeinfew:
“Thisshaltthouknow,soonasourstepsarriveBesidethewoeful
tidevannet
tide
ofAcheron.”
Thenwitheyesdownwardcastandfill’dwithshame,Fearingmywordsoffensivetohisear,Tillwehadreach’dtheriver,IfromspeechAbstain’d.
Andlo!
mot
toward
usinabarkComesonanoldmanhoarywhitewitheld,.
Crying,“Woetoyou
onde
wicked
spirits!
hopenotEvertoseetheskyagain.
IcomeTotakeyoutotheothershoreacross,Into
evig
eternal
darkness,theretodwellIn
voldsom
fierce
heatandinice.
Andthou,whothereStandest,livespirit!
getthee
derfor
hence
,andleaveThesewhoaredead.”
ButsoonashebeheldIleftthemnot,“Byotherway,”saidhe,“Byotherhavenshaltthoucometoshore,Notbythispassage;
theeanimblerboatMustcarry.”
Thentohimthusspakemyguide:
“Charon!
thyselftormentnot:
so’tiswill’d,Wherewillandpowerareone:
askthounomore.”