CANTOI
Inthemidwayofthisourmortal
vida
life,Ifoundmeinagloomywood,astrayGonefromthepathdirect:e
ande’entotellItwerenão
noeasytask,howsavagewildThatforest,quão
howrobustandroughitsgrowth,Whichtolembrar
rememberonly,mydismayRenews,inbitternessnotlonge
farfromdeath.Yettodiscourseofwhat
lá
theregoodbefell,Allelsevou
willIrelatediscover’dthere.Como
HowfirstIenter’ditIscarceposso
cansay,Suchsleepydullnessinthatinstantweigh’dMysensesdown,quando
whenthetruepathIdeixei
left,Butwhenamountain’sfootIreach’d,onde
whereclos’dThevalley,thattinha
hadpierc’dmyheartwithdread,Ilook’daloft,e
andsawhisshouldersbroadJá
Alreadyvestedwiththatplanet’sbeam,Wholeadstodos
allwandererssafethrougheveryway.Thenwas
um
alittlerespitetothefear,Que
Thatinmyheart’srecessesdeeptinha
hadlain,Allofthatnoite
night,sopitifullypass’d:Andas
um
aman,withdifficultshortbreath,Forespentcom
withtoiling,’scap’dfromseatoshore,Vira
Turnstotheperilouswidewaste,e
andstandsAtgaze;e’ensomyspirit,
que
thatyetfail’dStrugglingwithterror,turn’dtoviewthestraits,Que
Thatnonehathpass’dandliv’d.MywearyframeAftershortpauserecomforted,
novamente
againIjourney’donoveraquele
thatlonelysteep,.Thehinderfoot
ainda
stillfirmer.ScarcetheascentBegan,
quando
when,lo!apanther,nimble,
leve
light,Andcover’dwithaspeckledskin,appear’d,Nor,quando
whenitsawme,vanish’d,ratherstroveToverificar
checkmyonwardgoing;thatofttimes
Com
WithpurposetoretracemystepsIturn’d.The
hora
hourwasmorning’sprime,andonhiscaminho
wayAloftthesunascendedcom
withthosestars,Thatwithhimrose,quando
whenLovedivinefirstmov’dEssas
Thoseitsfairworks:so
que
thatwithjoyoushopeAllthingsconspir’dtofillme
me,thegayskinOfque
thatswiftanimal,thematindawnE
Andthesweetseason.Soonthatjoywaschas’d,
E
Andbynewdreadsucceeded,quando
wheninviewAlionveio
came,’gainstme,asitappear’d,.Com
Withhisheadheldalofte
andhunger-mad,Thate’enthear
airwasfear-struck.Ashe-wolfWasathisheels,
que
whoinherleannessseem’dFullofallque
wants,andmanyalandhathfizeram
madeDisconsolateerenow.She
com
withsuchfearO’erwhelmedme,atthesightofherappall’d,Que
Thatoftheheightallesperança
hopeIlost.Asone,
Que
Whowithhisgainelated,vê
seesthetimeWhenallunwaresisgone,heinwardlyMournscom
withheart-gripinganguish;suchwas
Eu
I,Hauntedbythatfellbeast,nunca
neveratpeace,Whocomingo’ercontra
againstme,bydegreesImpell’dmeonde
wherethesuninsilencerests.Enquanto
Whiletothelowerspacecom
withbackwardstepIfell,mykendiscern’dtheformum
oneofone,Whosevoiceseem’dfaintthroughlongo
longdisuseofspeech.Whenhiminthat
grande
greatdesertIespied,“Havemercyonme!”criedIoutaloud,“Spirit!
ou
orlivingman!whate’erthoube!”
Heanswer’d:
“Nownot
homem
man,manonceIwas,E
AndbornofLombardparents,Mantuanaambos
bothBycountry,whenthepoder
powerofJuliusyetWasscarcelyfirm.AtRomemy
vida
lifewaspastBeneaththemildAugustus,inthetempo
timeOffableddeitiesandfalse.Um
AbardWasI,andfiz
madeAnchises’uprightsonThesubjectofmysong,que
whocamefromTroy,Whentheflamesprey’donIlium’shaughtytowers.Mas
Butthou,saywhereforetotais
suchperilspastReturn’stthou?whereforenot
este
thispleasantmountAscendest,causee
andsourceofalldelight?”“Andartthouthen
aquele
thatVirgil,thatwell-spring,Fromqual
whichsuchcopiousfloodsofeloquenceHaveissued?”I
com
withfrontabash’dreplied.“Glory
e
andlightofallthetunefultrain!MayitavailmethatIlong
com
withzealHavesoughtthyvolume,e
andwithloveimmenseHaveconn’dito’er.My
mestre
masterthouandguide!ThouhefromwhomaloneIhavederiv’dThatstyle,whichforitsbeautyintofameExalts
me
me.Seethebeast,fromwhomIfled.
O
salva
savemefromher,thouillustrioussage!“Foreveryvein
e
andpulsethroughoutmyframeShehathfez
madetremble.”He,soonashe
viu
sawThatIwasweeping,answer’d,“Thoumustprecisa
needsAnotherwaypursue,ifthouwouldst’scapeFromoutque
thatsavagewilderness.Thisbeast,Atwhomthoucriest,her
caminho
waywillsuffernoneTopass,e
andnolesshindrancemakesthanmorte
death:Sobadandsoaccursedinher
espécie
kind,Thatneversatedisherravenousvontade
will,Stillafterfoodmorecravingthanantes
before.TomanyananimalinwedlockvileShefastens,
e
andshallyettomanymais
more,Untilthatgreyhoundcome,whoshalldestroyHercom
withsharppain.Hewillnot
vida
lifesupportByearthnoritsbasemetals,mas
butbylove,Wisdom,andvirtue,e
andhislandshallbeTheland’twixteitherFeltro.Inhis
poder
mightShallsafetytoItalia’splainsarise,Forwhosefairrealm,Camilla,virginpure,Nisus,Euryalus,e
andTurnusfell.Hewithincessantchasethrough
todas as
everytownShallworry,untilhetoinferno
hellatlengthRestoreher,thencebyenvyprimeiro
firstletloose.Iforthyprofitpond’ring
agora
nowdevise,Thatthoumaystsigas
followme,andIthyguideWillleadtheehenceatravés
throughaneternalspace,Wherethoushaltouvirás
heardespairingshrieks,andseeSpiritsofoldtormented,whoinvokeAsecondmorte
death;andthosenextview,whodwellContentin
fogo
fire,forthattheyhopetovir
come,Whene’erthetimemaybe,amongtheblest,Intowhoseregionsse
ifthouthendesireT’ascend,um
aspiritworthierthanIDeve
Mustleadthee,inwhosecharge,quando
whenIdepart,Thoushaltbedeixado
left:forthatAlmightyKing,Whoreignsabove,
um
arebeltohislaw,Adjudgesme,e
andthereforehathdecreed,Thattohiscidade
citynonethroughmeshouldvenha
come.Heinallpartshathsway;
thererules,thereholdsHiscitadel
e
andthrone.Ohappythose,Whomtherehechooses!”
Itohimin
poucos
few:“Bard!
bythatGod,whomthoudidstnotadore,Idobeseechthee(that
este
thisillandworseIpossa
mayescape)toleadme,onde
wherethousaidst,ThatISaintPeter’sgatepossa
mayview,andthoseWhoasthoutell’st,areintal
suchdismalplight.”CANTOII
Agora
Nowwasthedaydeparting,e
andtheair,Imbrown’dwithshadows,fromtheirtoilsreleas’dTodos
Allanimalsonearth;andI
sozinho
alonePrepar’dmyselftheconflicttosustain,Tanto
Bothofsadpity,andthatperilousroad,Whichmyunerringmemoryshallretrace.OMuses!
Ohighgenius!
agora
nowvouchsafeYouraid!O
mente
mind!thatallIsawhastkeptSafeina
escrito
writtenrecord,herethyworthE
Andeminentendowmentscometoproof.Ithusbegan:
“Bard!
thou
que
whoartmyguide,Considerbem
well,ifvirtuebeinmeSufficient,eretoesta
thishighenterpriseThoutrustmim
me.ThouhasttoldthatSilvius’sire,
Ainda
Yetcloth’dincorruptibleflesh,amongTh’immortaltribestinha
hadentrance,andwasthereSensiblepresent.No entanto
Yetifheaven’sgreatLord,Almightyfoetoill,tal
suchfavourshew’d,Incontemplationofo
thehigheffect,Bothwhatandwhofromhimdeveria
shouldissueforth,Itseemsinreason’sjudgmentbem
welldeserv’d:SithheofRome,
e
andofRome’sempirewide,Inheaven’sempyrealheightwaschosensire:Ambos
Bothwhich,iftruthbespoken,wereordain’dE
And’stablish’dfortheholylugar
place,wheresitsWhotogrande
greatPeter’ssacredchairsucceeds.Hefromthisjourney,inthysongrenown’d,Learn’dthings,
que
thattohisvictorygaveriseE
Andtothepapalrobe.Inafter-timesThechosenvessel
também
alsotravel’dthere,Tobringusbackassuranceinthatfaith,Whichistheentrancetosalvation’scaminho
way.ButI,whyshouldItherepresume?
ou
orwhoPermitsit?notAeneasInorPaul.
MyselfIdeemnotworthy,
e
andnoneelseWilldeemme
me.I,ifonthisvoyagethenIventure,fearitwillinfollyend.
Thou,whoartwise,
melhor
bettermymeaningknow’st,ThanIposso
canspeak.”Asone,whounresolvesWhathehath
tarde
lateresolv’d,andwithnewthoughtsMuda
Changeshispurpose,fromhisfirstintentRemov’d;e’en
tão
suchwasIonthatduncoast,Wastinginthoughtmyenterprise,atfirstSoeagerlyembrac’d.“IfrightthywordsIscan,”repliedthatshademagnanimous,“Thysoulisbyvilefearassail’d,whichoftSoovercastsa
homem
man,thatherecoilsFromnoblestresolution,como
likeabeastAtsomefalsesemblanceinas
thetwilightgloom.Thatfromthisterrorthoumayst
libertes
freethyself,IwillinstructtheewhyIvim
came,andwhatIheardinthatmesmo
sameinstant,whenfortheeGrieftouch’dmefirst.Iwasamongthetribe,
Que
Whorestsuspended,whenadame,soblestE
Andlovely,Ibesoughthertocommand,Call’dme
me;hereyeswerebrighterthanthestarOf
dia
day;andshewithgentlevoice
e
andsoftAngelicallytun’dherspeechaddress’d:“OcourteousshadeofMantua!
thouwhosefame
Ainda
Yetlives,andshalllivelongasnaturedura
lasts!Afriend,notofmyfortune
mas
butmyself,Onthewidedesertinhisroadhasencontrou
metHindrancesogreat,thathethroughfearhasturn’d.Agora
NowmuchIdreadlesthepastajuda
helphavestray’d,AndIberis’ntootarde
lateforhisrelief,FromwhatinheavenofhimIouvi
heard.Speednow,Andbythyeloquentpersuasivetongue,
E
Andbyallmeansforhisdeliveranceencontrar
meet,Assisthim.Sotomewillcomfortspring.
I
que
whonowbidtheeonesta
thiserrandforthAmBeatrice;from
um
aplaceIcome.(Note:
Beatrice.
I
uso
usethisword,asitispronouncedina
theItalian,asconsistingofquatro
foursyllables,ofwhichthethirdisalongone.)Revisited
com
withjoy.Lovebroughtmethence,
Que
Whopromptsmyspeech.WheninmyMaster’ssightIstand,thypraisetohimIoft
ir
willtell.”Shethenwassilent,
e
andIthusbegan:“O
Senhora
Lady!bywhoseinfluencealone,Mankindexcelswhateveriscontain’dWithinthatheavenwhichhaththesmallestorb,Sothycommanddelights
me
me,thattoobey,Ifitwerefeito
donealready,wouldseemlate.Não
Noneedhastthoufarthertospeakthyqueres
will;Yettellthereason,whythouartnotlothTo
deixar
leavethatamplespace,wheretovoltar
returnThouburnest,forthiscentreaqui
herebeneath.”Shethen:
“Sincethousodeeplywouldstinquire,Iwillinstructtheebriefly,why
nenhum
nodreadHindersmyentranceaqui
here.ThosethingsaloneAretobefear’d,whenceevil
pode
mayproceed,Noneelse,fornoneareterriblebeside.Iamsofram’dby
Deus
God,thankstohisgrace!Que
Thatanysuff’ranceofyourmiseryToque
Touchesmenot,norflameofque
thatfiercefireAssailsme.In
alto
highheavenablesseddameBesides,whomournscom
withsucheffectualgriefThathindrance,whichIenvio
sendtheetoremove,ThatGod’ssternjudgmenttohervontade
willinclines.”ToLuciacalling,hershethusbespake:
“Nowdoththyfaithfulservant
precisa
needthyaidAndIcommendhimtothee.”Ather
palavra
wordSpedLucia,ofallcrueltythefoe,E
Andcomingtotheplace,onde
whereIabodeSeatedwithRachel,herofancientdays,Shethusaddress’dmim
me:“Thoutruepraiseof
Deus
God!Beatrice!
whyisnotthysuccourlentTo
ele
him,whosomuchlov’dthee,astoleaveForthysaketoda
allthemultitudeadmires?Dostthounot
ouves
hearhowpitifulhiswail,Normarkthemorte
death,whichinthetorrentflood,Swolnmightierthanum
asea,himstrugglingholds?”Ne’eramongmendidany
com
withsuchspeedHastetotheirprofit,fleefromtheirannoy,Asquando
whenthesewordswerespoken,Ivim
camehere,Downfrommyblessedseat,confiando
trustingtheforceOfthypureeloquence,whichthee,e
andallWhowellhavemark’dit,intohonourbrings.”“Whenshe
tinha
hadended,herbrightbeamingeyesTearfulsheturn’daside;whereatI
senti
feltRedoubledzealtoservethee.Asshewill’d,ThusamI
vim
come:Isav’dtheefrom
o
thebeast,Whothynearwayacrosso
thegoodlymountPrevented.Whatisthis
vem
comeso’ertheethen?Why,whydostthouhangback?
whyinthybreastHarbourvilefear?
whyhastnotcouragethere
E
Andnobledaring?SincethreemaidssoblestThysafety
plano
plan,e’eninthecourtofheaven;E
Andsomuchcertaingoodmywordsforebode.”Asflorets,bythefrosty
ar
airofnightBentdowne
andclos’d,whendayhasblanch’dtheirleaves,Risetodas
allunfoldedontheirspirystems;Sowasmyfaintingvigour
novo
newrestor’d,Andtomycoração
heartsuchkindlycourageran,Que
ThatIasoneundauntedlogo
soonreplied:“Ofullofpity
ela
she,whoundertookMysuccour!e
andthoukindwhodidstperformSologo
soonhertruebehest!With
tal
suchdesireThouhastdispos’dmetorenewmyvoyage,Que
Thatmyfirstpurposefullyisresum’d.Lead
em
on:oneonlywillisinus
ambos
both.Thouartmyguide,my
mestre
masterthou,andlord.”Sospake
Eu
I;CANTOIII
“Throughmeyoupassinto
a
thecityofwoe:Throughmeyoupassintoeternalpain:
Através
Throughmeamongthepeoplelostforaye.Justice
o
thefounderofmyfabricmov’d:Torearmewasthetaskof
poder
powerdivine,Supremestwisdom,andprimevalamor
love.Beforemethingscreatewerenone,savethingsEternal,
e
andeternalIendure.“All
esperança
hopeabandonyewhoenterhere.”Tais
SuchcharactersincolourdimImark’dSobre
Overaportal’sloftyarchinscrib’d:WhereatIthus:
“Master,
estas
thesewordsimportHardmeaning.”Heas
um
oneprepar’dreplied:“Herethoumust
toda
alldistrustbehindtheeleave;Aqui
Herebevilefearextinguish’d.Weare
viemos
comeWhereIhavetoldtheeweshallveremos
seethesoulsTomiserydoom’d,que
whointellectualgoodHavelost.”E
Andwhenhishandhetinha
hadstretch’dforthTomine,com
withpleasantlooks,whenceIwascheer’d,Intothatsecretlugar
placeheledmeon.Aqui
HeresighswithlamentationsandloudmoansResoundedthroughthear
airpierc’dbynostar,Que
Thate’enIweptatentering.Varioustongues,Horriblelanguages,outcriesofwoe,Accentsofanger,voicesdeep
e
andhoarse,Withhandstogethersmoteque
thatswell’dthesounds,Madeupum
atumult,thatforeverwhirlsRoundthroughque
thatairwithsoliddarknessstain’d,Como
Liketothesandthatinthewhirlwindflies.Ithen,
com
witherroryetencompass’d,cried:“O
mestre
master!WhatisthisI
ouvir
hear?WhatraceArethese,whoseemsoovercomewithwoe?”
Hethusto
me
me:“ThismiserablefateSufferthewretchedsoulsofthose,wholiv’d
Sem
Withoutorpraiseorblame,com
withthatillbandOfangelsmix’d,whonorrebelliousprov’dNorainda
yetweretruetoGod,mas
butforthemselvesWereonly.FromhisboundsHeavendrovethemforth,Nottoimpairhislustre,northedepthOf
Inferno
Hellreceivesthem,lestth’accursedtribeShouldglorythencecom
withexultationvain.”Ithen:
“Master!
whatdothaggrievethemthus,Thattheylamentsoloud?”
Hestraightreplied:
“That
vou
willItelltheebriefly.Estes
TheseofdeathNohopepode
mayentertain:andtheirblind
vida
lifeSomeanlypasses,thattodos
allotherlotsTheyenvy.Fameofthem
o
theworldhathnone,Norsuffers;mercy
e
andjusticescornthemboth.Fales
Speaknotofthem,butolha
look,andpassthemby.”E
AndI,whostraightwaylook’d,behelduma
aflag,Whichwhirlingranem torno
aroundsorapidly,Thatitnão
nopauseobtain’d:andfollowing
veio
cameSuchalongtrainofspirits,Ishouldne’erHavethought,que
thatdeathsomanyhaddespoil’d.Quando
WhensomeoftheseIrecogniz’d,Ivi
sawAndknewtheshadeofhim,que
whotobasefearYielding,abjur’dhisalta
highestate.ForthwithIunderstoodforcertain
esta
thisthetribeOfthoseillspiritstanto
bothtoGoddispleasingAndtohisfoes.Esses
Thesewretches,whone’erlived,Foram
Wentoninnakedness,andsorelystungBywaspse
andhornets,whichbedew’dtheircheeksCom
Withblood,thatmix’dwithtearsdropp’dtotheirfeet,E
Andbydisgustfulwormswasgather’dlá
there.ThenlookingfartheronwardsIbeheldAthrongupontheshoreofa
grande
greatstream:WhereatIthus:
“Sir!
grantme
agora
nowtoknowWhomhereweview,e
andwhenceimpell’dtheyseemSoeagertopasso’er,asIdiscernAtravés
Throughtheblearlight?”Hethustomein
poucos
few:“Thisshaltthouknow,soonasourstepsarriveBeside
os
thewoefultideofAcheron.”Then
com
witheyesdownwardcastandfill’dcom
withshame,Fearingmywordsoffensivetohisear,Tillwehadreach’dtheriver,IfromspeechAbstain’d.E
Andlo!towardusinabark
Vem
Comesonanoldmanhoarybranco
whitewitheld,.Crying,“Woetoyouwickedspirits!
espero
hopenotEvertoseeo
theskyagain.IcomeTo
levar
takeyoutotheothershoreacross,Intoeternaldarkness,lá
theretodwellInfierceheate
andinice.Andthou,
que
whothereStandest,livespirit!gettheehence,
e
andleaveThesewhoaredead.”Mas
ButsoonashebeheldIdeixei
leftthemnot,“Byotherway,”disse
saidhe,“Byotherhavenshaltthoucometoshore,Notbyesta
thispassage;theeanimblerboat
Deve
Mustcarry.”Thentohimthusspakemyguide:
“Charon!
thyselftormentnot:
so’tiswill’d,
Onde
Wherewillandpowerareum
one:askthounomore.”