The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Swedish B2 Books

The Divine Comedy | Gradually Hardening Swedish B2 Books

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CANTOI
Inthemidwayofthisour
dödliga
mortal
life,Ifoundmeina
dyster
gloomy
wood,astrayGonefromthepathdirect:
ande’entotellItwerenoeasytask,howsavagewildThatforest,how
robust
robust
androughitsgrowth,Whichtorememberonly,mydismayRenews,in
bitterhet
bitterness
notfarfromdeath.
Yettodiscourseofwhattheregoodbefell,AllelsewillIrelatediscover’dthere.
HowfirstIenter’ditIscarcecansay,Such
sömnig
sleepy
dullnessinthatinstantweigh’dMysensesdown,whenthetruepathIleft,Butwhenamountain’sfootIreach’d,whereclos’dThevalley,thathadpierc’dmyheartwith
skräck
dread
,Ilook’daloft,andsawhisshoulders
breda
broad
Alreadyvestedwiththatplanet’s
stråle
beam
,Wholeadsallwandererssafethrougheveryway.
Thenwasalittlerespitetothefear,Thatinmyheart’srecessesdeephadlain,Allofthatnight,sopitifullypass’d:
Andasaman,withdifficultshortbreath,Forespentwith
slit
toiling
,’scap’dfromseatoshore,Turnstotheperilouswidewaste,andstandsAtgaze;
e’ensomyspirit,thatyetfail’dStrugglingwith
skräck
terror
,turn’dtoviewthestraits,Thatnonehathpass’dandliv’d.
My
trötta
weary
frameAftershortpauserecomforted,againIjourney’donoverthatlonelysteep,.
Thehinderfootstillfirmer.
ScarcetheascentBegan,when,lo!
a
panter
panther
,nimble,light,Andcover’dwithaspeckledskin,appear’d,Nor,whenitsawme,vanish’d,ratherstroveTocheckmyonwardgoing;
thatofttimesWithpurposetoretracemystepsIturn’d.
Thehourwasmorning’sprime,andonhiswayAloftthesun
steg
ascended
withthosestars,Thatwithhimrose,whenLove
gudomliga
divine
firstmov’dThoseitsfairworks:
sothatwith
glada
joyous
hopeAllthingsconspir’dtofillme,thegayskinOfthatswiftanimal,thematindawnAndthesweetseason.
Soonthatjoywaschas’d,Andbynew
rädsla
dread
succeeded,wheninviewAlioncame,’gainstme,asitappear’d,.
Withhisheadheldaloftandhunger-mad,Thate’entheairwasfear-struck.
Ashe-wolfWasathisheels,whoinherleannessseem’dFullofallwants,andmanyalandhathmadeDisconsolateerenow.
ShewithsuchfearO’erwhelmedme,atthesightofherappall’d,Thatofthe
höjden
height
allhopeIlost.
Asone,Whowithhis
vinst
gain
elated,seesthetimeWhenallunwaresisgone,heinwardly
Sörjer
Mourns
withheart-gripinganguish;
suchwasI,
Hemsökt
Haunted
bythatfellbeast,neveratpeace,Whocomingo’eragainstme,bydegreesImpell’dmewherethesuninsilencerests.
WhiletothelowerspacewithbackwardstepIfell,mykendiscern’dtheformoneofone,Whosevoiceseem’d
svimma
faint
throughlongdisuseofspeech.
WhenhiminthatgreatdesertIespied,“Havemercyonme!”
criedIout
högt
aloud
,“Spirit!
orlivingman!
whate’erthoube!”
Heanswer’d:
“Nownotman,manonceIwas,AndbornofLombardparents,MantuanabothBycountry,whenthepowerofJuliusyetWas
knappast
scarcely
firm.
AtRomemylifewaspast
Under
Beneath
themildAugustus,inthetimeOffableddeitiesandfalse.
AbardWasI,andmadeAnchises’uprightsonThesubjectofmysong,whocamefromTroy,Whentheflamesprey’donIlium’shaughtytowers.
Butthou,saywhereforetosuchperilspastReturn’stthou?
whereforenotthispleasantmountAscendest,causeandsourceofalldelight?”
“AndartthouthenthatVirgil,thatwell-spring,FromwhichsuchcopiousfloodsofeloquenceHaveissued?”
Iwithfrontabash’d
svarade
replied
.
“Gloryandlightofallthetunefultrain!
MayitavailmethatIlongwithzealHavesoughtthy
volym
volume
,andwithloveimmenseHaveconn’dito’er.
Mymasterthouandguide!
ThouhefromwhomaloneIhavederiv’dThatstyle,whichforitsbeautyinto
berömmelse
fame
Exaltsme.
Seethebeast,fromwhomI
flydde
fled
.
Osavemefromher,thouillustrious
vise
sage
!
“Foreveryveinand
puls
pulse
throughoutmyframeShehathmadetremble.”
He,soonashesawThatIwasweeping,answer’d,“ThoumustneedsAnotherwaypursue,ifthouwouldst’scapeFromoutthatsavagewilderness.
Thisbeast,Atwhomthoucriest,herwaywillsuffernoneTopass,andnolesshindrancemakesthandeath:
Sobadandsoaccursedinherkind,Thatneversatedisherravenouswill,Stillafterfoodmorecravingthanbefore.
TomanyananimalinwedlockvileShefastens,andshallyettomanymore,Untilthatgreyhoundcome,whoshalldestroyHerwithsharppain.
HewillnotlifesupportByearthnoritsbasemetals,butbylove,
Visdom
Wisdom
,andvirtue,andhislandshallbeTheland’twixteitherFeltro.
InhismightShallsafetytoItalia’splains
uppstå
arise
,Forwhosefairrealm,Camilla,virginpure,Nisus,Euryalus,andTurnusfell.
HewithincessantchasethrougheverytownShallworry,untilhetohellat
längd
length
Restoreher,thenceby
avund
envy
firstletloose.
Iforthy
vinst
profit
pond’ringnowdevise,Thatthoumaystfollowme,andIthyguideWillleadtheehencethroughan
evig
eternal
space,Wherethoushaltheardespairingshrieks,andseeSpiritsofoldtormented,whoinvokeAseconddeath;
andthosenextview,who
bor
dwell
Contentinfire,forthattheyhopetocome,Whene’erthetimemaybe,amongtheblest,IntowhoseregionsifthouthendesireT’
stiga
ascend
,aspiritworthierthanIMustleadthee,inwhosecharge,whenIdepart,Thoushaltbeleft:
forthat
Allsmäktige
Almighty
King,Whoreignsabove,arebeltohislaw,Adjudgesme,andthereforehathdecreed,Thattohiscitynonethroughmeshouldcome.
Heinallpartshathsway;
thererules,thereholdsHiscitadeland
tron
throne
.
Ohappythose,Whomtherehechooses!”
Itohiminfew:
“Bard!
bythatGod,whomthoudidstnot
dyrkar
adore
,Idobeseechthee(thatthisillandworseImayescape)toleadme,wherethousaidst,ThatISaintPeter’sgatemayview,andthoseWhoasthoutell’st,areinsuchdismalplight.”
CANTOII
Nowwasthedaydeparting,andtheair,Imbrown’dwithshadows,fromtheirtoilsreleas’dAllanimalsonearth;
andIalonePrepar’dmyselftheconflictto
upprätthålla
sustain
,Bothofsadpity,andthatperilousroad,Whichmyunerringmemoryshallretrace.
OMuses!
Ohighgenius!
nowvouchsafeYour
hjälp
aid
!
Omind!
thatallIsawhastkeptSafeinawrittenrecord,herethyworthAnd
framstående
eminent
endowmentscometoproof.
Ithusbegan:
“Bard!
thouwhoartmyguide,Considerwell,if
dygd
virtue
beinmeSufficient,eretothishigh
företag
enterprise
Thoutrustme.
ThouhasttoldthatSilvius’sire,Yetcloth’dincorruptibleflesh,amongTh’immortaltribeshadentrance,andwasthereSensiblepresent.
Yetifheaven’sgreatLord,
Allsmäktige
Almighty
foetoill,suchfavourshew’d,Incontemplationofthehigheffect,Bothwhatandwhofromhimshouldissueforth,Itseemsinreason’s
dom
judgment
welldeserv’d:
SithheofRome,andofRome’sempirewide,Inheaven’sempyreal
höjd
height
waschosensire:
Bothwhich,iftruthbespoken,wereordain’dAnd’stablish’dfortheholyplace,wheresitsWhotogreatPeter’ssacredchair
efterträder
succeeds
.
Hefromthisjourney,inthysongrenown’d,Learn’dthings,thattohisvictorygaveriseAndtothepapalrobe.
Inafter-timesThechosenvesselalsotravel’dthere,Tobringusbackassuranceinthatfaith,Whichistheentrancetosalvation’sway.
ButI,whyshouldIthere
anta
presume
?
orwhoPermitsit?
notAeneasInorPaul.
MyselfIdeemnot
värdig
worthy
,andnoneelseWilldeemme.
I,ifonthis
resan
voyage
thenIventure,fearitwillinfollyend.
Thou,whoartwise,bettermymeaningknow’st,ThanIcanspeak.”
Asone,whounresolvesWhathehathlateresolv’d,andwithnewthoughtsChangeshispurpose,fromhisfirst
avsikt
intent
Remov’d;
e’ensuchwasIonthatduncoast,Wastinginthoughtmy
företag
enterprise
,atfirstSoeagerlyembrac’d.
“IfrightthywordsIscan,”
svarade
replied
thatshademagnanimous,“Thysoulisbyvilefearassail’d,whichoftSoovercastsaman,thatherecoilsFromnoblest
beslutsamhet
resolution
,likeabeastAtsomefalsesemblanceinthetwilightgloom.
Thatfromthis
skräck
terror
thoumaystfreethyself,IwillinstructtheewhyIcame,andwhatIheardinthatsame
ögonblick
instant
,whenfortheeGrieftouch’dmefirst.
Iwasamongthe
stammen
tribe
,Whorestsuspended,whenadame,soblestAndlovely,Ibesoughthertocommand,Call’dme;
hereyeswerebrighterthanthestarOfday;
andshewith
mild
gentle
voiceandsoftAngelicallytun’dherspeechaddress’d:
“O
artig
courteous
shadeofMantua!
thouwhose
berömmelse
fame
Yetlives,andshalllivelongasnaturelasts!
Afriend,notofmyfortunebutmyself,OnthewidedesertinhisroadhasmetHindrancesogreat,thathethroughfearhasturn’d.
NowmuchIdreadlesthepasthelphavestray’d,AndIberis’ntoolateforhisrelief,FromwhatinheavenofhimIheard.
Speednow,Andbythyeloquent
övertygande
persuasive
tongue,Andbyallmeansforhisdeliverancemeet,
Hjälpa
Assist
him.
Sotomewill
trösta
comfort
spring.
Iwhonow
bjuder
bid
theeonthiserrandforthAmBeatrice;
fromaplaceIcome.
(Note:
Beatrice.
Iusethisword,asitispronouncedintheItalian,asconsistingoffoursyllables,ofwhichthethirdisalongone.)
Revisitedwithjoy.
Lovebroughtmethence,Who
uppmanar
prompts
myspeech.
WheninmyMaster’ssightIstand,thy
berömma
praise
tohimIoftwilltell.”
Shethenwassilent,andIthusbegan:
“OLady!
bywhose
inflytande
influence
alone,Mankindexcelswhateveriscontain’dWithinthatheavenwhichhaththesmallestorb,Sothycommand
gläder
delights
me,thattoobey,Ifitweredonealready,wouldseemlate.
Noneedhastthou
längre
farther
tospeakthywill;
Yettellthereason,whythouartnotlothToleavethatamplespace,wheretoreturnThouburnest,forthis
centrum
centre
herebeneath.”
Shethen:
“Sincethousodeeplywouldst
fråga
inquire
,Iwillinstructthee
kortfattat
briefly
,whynodreadHindersmyentrancehere.
ThosethingsaloneAretobefear’d,whenceevilmayproceed,Noneelse,fornoneareterriblebeside.
Iamsofram’dbyGod,thankstohisgrace!
Thatanysuff’ranceofyour
elände
misery
Touchesmenot,norflameofthat
våldsamma
fierce
fireAssailsme.
InhighheavenablesseddameBesides,who
sörjer
mourns
withsucheffectualgriefThathindrance,whichIsendtheetoremove,ThatGod’sstern
dom
judgment
toherwillinclines.”
ToLuciacalling,hershethusbespake:
“Nowdoththy
trofasta
faithful
servantneedthyaidAndI
rekommenderar
commend
himtothee.”
AtherwordSpedLucia,ofall
grymhet
cruelty
thefoe,Andcomingtotheplace,whereIabodeSeatedwithRachel,herofancientdays,Shethusaddress’dme:
“ThoutruepraiseofGod!
Beatrice!
whyisnotthysuccourlentTohim,whosomuchlov’dthee,astoleaveForthysakeallthemultitude
beundrar
admires
?
Dostthounothearhowpitifulhiswail,Normarkthedeath,whichinthetorrentflood,Swolnmightierthanasea,himstrugglingholds?”
Ne’eramongmendidanywithsuchspeedHastetotheir
vinst
profit
,fleefromtheirannoy,Aswhenthesewordswerespoken,Icamehere,Downfrommyblessedseat,trustingtheforceOfthypureeloquence,whichthee,andallWhowellhavemark’dit,intohonourbrings.”
“Whenshehadended,herbrightbeamingeyesTearfulsheturn’daside;
whereatIfeltRedoubledzealtoservethee.
Asshewill’d,ThusamIcome:
Isav’dtheefromthebeast,Whothynearwayacrossthegoodly
berget
mount
Prevented.
Whatisthiscomeso’ertheethen?
Why,whydostthouhangback?
whyinthy
bröst
breast
Harbourvilefear?
whyhastnotcouragethereAndnobledaring?
SincethreemaidssoblestThysafetyplan,e’eninthecourtofheaven;
Andsomuchcertaingoodmywordsforebode.”
Asflorets,bythe
frostiga
frosty
airofnightBentdownandclos’d,whendayhasblanch’dtheirleaves,Riseallunfoldedontheirspirystems;
Sowasmyfaintingvigournewrestor’d,Andtomyheartsuch
vänligt
kindly
courageran,ThatIasoneundauntedsoon
svarade
replied
:
“Ofullofpityshe,whoundertookMysuccour!
andthoukindwhodidstperformSosoonhertruebehest!
WithsuchdesireThouhastdispos’dmeto
förnya
renew
myvoyage,Thatmyfirstpurposefullyisresum’d.
Leadon:
oneonlywillisinusboth.
Thouartmyguide,mymasterthou,andlord.”
SospakeI;
CANTOIII
“Throughmeyoupassintothecityofwoe:
Throughmeyoupassinto
evig
eternal
pain:
Throughmeamongthepeoplelostforaye.
Justicethefounderofmy
tyg
fabric
mov’d:
Torearmewasthetaskofpower
gudomlig
divine
,Supremestwisdom,andprimevallove.
Beforemethingscreatewerenone,savethingsEternal,andeternalIendure.
“Allhopeabandonyewhoenterhere.”
Suchcharactersin
färg
colour
dimImark’dOveraportal’slofty
båge
arch
inscrib’d:
WhereatIthus:
“Master,thesewordsimportHardmeaning.”
Heasoneprepar’d
svarade
replied
:
“Herethoumustalldistrustbehindtheeleave;
Herebe
avskyvärda
vile
fearextinguish’d.
WearecomeWhereIhavetoldtheeweshallseethesoulsTo
elände
misery
doom’d,whointellectualgoodHavelost.”
Andwhenhishandhehadstretch’dforthTomine,withpleasantlooks,whenceIwascheer’d,Intothatsecretplaceheledmeon.
Heresighswithlamentationsandloud
stönar
moans
Resoundedthroughtheairpierc’dbynostar,Thate’enIweptatentering.
Olika
Various
tongues,Horriblelanguages,outcriesofwoe,Accentsofanger,voicesdeepandhoarse,Withhandstogethersmotethatswell’dthesounds,Madeupatumult,thatforeverwhirlsRoundthroughthatairwithsoliddarknessstain’d,Liketothesandthatinthewhirlwindflies.
Ithen,with
misstag
error
yetencompass’d,cried:
“Omaster!
WhatisthisIhear?
WhatraceArethese,whoseemsoovercomewithwoe?”
Hethustome:
“ThismiserablefateSufferthewretchedsoulsofthose,wholiv’dWithoutor
beröm
praise
orblame,withthatillbandOfangelsmix’d,whonor
upproriska
rebellious
prov’dNoryetweretruetoGod,butforthemselvesWereonly.
FromhisboundsHeavendrovethemforth,Nottoimpairhislustre,northe
djup
depth
OfHellreceivesthem,lestth’accursed
stammen
tribe
Shouldglorythencewithexultationvain.”
Ithen:
“Master!
whatdothaggrievethemthus,Thattheylamentsoloud?”
Hestraight
svarade
replied
:
“ThatwillItellthee
kortfattat
briefly
.
TheseofdeathNohopemay
underhålla
entertain
:
andtheirblindlifeSomeanlypasses,thatallotherlotsThey
avundas
envy
.
Fameofthemtheworldhathnone,Norsuffers;
mercyandjustice
föraktar
scorn
themboth.
Speaknotofthem,butlook,andpassthemby.”
AndI,whostraightwaylook’d,behelda
flagga
flag
,Whichwhirlingranaroundso
snabbt
rapidly
,Thatitnopauseobtain’d:
andfollowingcameSuchalongtrainofspirits,Ishouldne’erHavethought,thatdeathsomanyhaddespoil’d.
WhensomeoftheseIrecogniz’d,IsawAndknewtheshadeofhim,whotobasefear
Gav
Yielding
,abjur’dhishighestate.
ForthwithIunderstoodforcertainthisthe
stammen
tribe
OfthoseillspiritsbothtoGoddispleasingAndtohisfoes.
Thesewretches,whone’erlived,Wentoninnakedness,andsorelystungBywaspsandhornets,whichbedew’dtheircheeksWithblood,thatmix’dwithtearsdropp’dtotheirfeet,Andbydisgustfulwormswasgather’dthere.
Thenlooking
längre
farther
onwardsIbeheldAthrongupontheshoreofagreatstream:
WhereatIthus:
“Sir!
grantmenowtoknowWhomhereweview,andwhenceimpell’dtheyseemSo
ivriga
eager
topasso’er,asIdiscernThroughtheblearlight?”
Hethustomeinfew:
“Thisshaltthouknow,soonasourstepsarriveBesidethewoeful
tidvattnet
tide
ofAcheron.”
Thenwitheyesdownwardcastandfill’dwithshame,Fearingmywords
stötande
offensive
tohisear,Tillwehadreach’dtheriver,IfromspeechAbstain’d.
Andlo!
mot
toward
usinabarkComesonanoldmanhoarywhitewitheld,.
Crying,“Woetoyou
onda
wicked
spirits!
hopenotEvertoseetheskyagain.
IcomeTotakeyoutotheothershoreacross,Intoeternaldarkness,thereto
bo
dwell
Infierceheatandinice.
Andthou,whothereStandest,livespirit!
gettheehence,andleaveThesewhoaredead.”
ButsoonashebeheldIleftthemnot,“Byotherway,”saidhe,“Byotherhavenshaltthoucometoshore,Notbythis
passage
passage
;
theeanimblerboatMustcarry.”
Thentohimthusspakemyguide:
“Charon!
thyselftormentnot:
so’tiswill’d,Wherewillandpowerareone:
askthounomore.”