Canto VII

 

"Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!"

  Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began;

  And that benignant Sage, who all things knew,

 

Said, to encourage me: "Let not thy fear

5  Harm thee; for any power that he may have

  Shall not prevent thy going down this crag."

 

Then he turned round unto that bloated lip,

  And said: "Be silent, thou accursed wolf;

  Consume within thyself with thine own rage.

 

10Not causeless is this journey to the abyss;

  Thus is it willed on high, where Michael wrought

  Vengeance upon the proud adultery."

 

Even as the sails inflated by the wind

  Involved together fall when snaps the mast,

15  So fell the cruel monster to the earth.

 

Thus we descended into the fourth chasm,

  Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore

  Which all the woe of the universe insacks.

 

Justice of God, ah! who heaps up so many

20  New toils and sufferings as I beheld?

  And why doth our transgression waste us so?

 

As doth the billow there upon Charybdis,

  That breaks itself on that which it encounters,

  So here the folk must dance their roundelay.

 

25Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many,

  On one side and the other, with great howls,

  Rolling weights forward by main force of chest.

 

They clashed together, and then at that point

  Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde,

30  Crying, "Why keepest?" and, "Why squanderest thou?"

 

Thus they returned along the lurid circle

  On either hand unto the opposite point,

  Shouting their shameful metre evermore.

 

Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about

35  Through his half-circle to another joust;

  And I, who had my heart pierced as it were,

 

Exclaimed: "My Master, now declare to me

  What people these are, and if all were clerks,

  These shaven crowns upon the left of us."

 

40And he to me: "All of them were asquint

  In intellect in the first life, so much

  That there with measure they no spending made.

 

Clearly enough their voices bark it forth,

  Whene'er they reach the two points of the circle,

45  Where sunders them the opposite defect.

 

Clerks those were who no hairy covering

  Have on the head, and Popes and Cardinals,

  In whom doth Avarice practise its excess."

 

And I: "My Master, among such as these

50  I ought forsooth to recognise some few,

  Who were infected with these maladies."

 

And he to me: "Vain thought thou entertainest;

  The undiscerning life which made them sordid

  Now makes them unto all discernment dim.

 

55Forever shall they come to these two buttings;

  These from the sepulchre shall rise again

  With the fist closed, and these with tresses shorn.

 

Ill giving and ill keeping the fair world

  Have ta'en from them, and placed them in this scuffle;

60  Whate'er it be, no words adorn I for it.

 

Now canst thou, Son, behold the transient farce

  Of goods that are committed unto Fortune,

  For which the human race each other buffet;

 

For all the gold that is beneath the moon,

65  Or ever has been, of these weary souls

  Could never make a single one repose."

 

"Master," I said to him, "now tell me also

  What is this Fortune which thou speakest of,

  That has the world's goods so within its clutches?"

 

70And he to me: "O creatures imbecile,

  What ignorance is this which doth beset you?

  Now will I have thee learn my judgment of her.

 

He whose omniscience everything transcends

  The heavens created, and gave who should guide them,

75  That every part to every part may shine,

 

Distributing the light in equal measure;

  He in like manner to the mundane splendours

  Ordained a general ministress and guide,

 

That she might change at times the empty treasures

80  From race to race, from one blood to another,

  Beyond resistance of all human wisdom.

 

Therefore one people triumphs, and another

  Languishes, in pursuance of her judgment,

  Which hidden is, as in the grass a serpent.

 

85Your knowledge has no counterstand against her;

  She makes provision, judges, and pursues

  Her governance, as theirs the other gods.

 

Her permutations have not any truce;

  Necessity makes her precipitate,

90  So often cometh who his turn obtains.

 

And this is she who is so crucified

  Even by those who ought to give her praise,

  Giving her blame amiss, and bad repute.

 

But she is blissful, and she hears it not;

95  Among the other primal creatures gladsome

  She turns her sphere, and blissful she rejoices.

 

Let us descend now unto greater woe;

  Already sinks each star that was ascending

  When I set out, and loitering is forbidden."

 

100We crossed the circle to the other bank,

  Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself

  Along a gully that runs out of it.

 

The water was more sombre far than perse;

  And we, in company with the dusky waves,

105  Made entrance downward by a path uncouth.

 

A marsh it makes, which has the name of Styx,

  This tristful brooklet, when it has descended

  Down to the foot of the malign gray shores.

 

And I, who stood intent upon beholding,

110  Saw people mud-besprent in that lagoon,

  All of them naked and with angry look.

 

They smote each other not alone with hands,

  But with the head and with the breast and feet,

  Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth.

 

115Said the good Master: "Son, thou now beholdest

  The souls of those whom anger overcame;

  And likewise I would have thee know for certain

 

Beneath the water people are who sigh

  And make this water bubble at the surface,

120  As the eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turns.

 

Fixed in the mire they say, 'We sullen were

  In the sweet air, which by the sun is gladdened,

  Bearing within ourselves the sluggish reek;

 

Now we are sullen in this sable mire.'

125  This hymn do they keep gurgling in their throats,

  For with unbroken words they cannot say it."

 

Thus we went circling round the filthy fen

  A great arc 'twixt the dry bank and the swamp,

  With eyes turned unto those who gorge the mire;

 

130Unto the foot of a tower we came at last.