Canto XIV

 

Because the charity of my native place

  Constrained me, gathered I the scattered leaves,

  And gave them back to him, who now was hoarse.

 

Then came we to the confine, where disparted

5  The second round is from the third, and where

  A horrible form of Justice is beheld.

 

Clearly to manifest these novel things,

  I say that we arrived upon a plain,

  Which from its bed rejecteth every plant;

 

10The dolorous forest is a garland to it

  All round about, as the sad moat to that;

  There close upon the edge we stayed our feet.

 

The soil was of an arid and thick sand,

  Not of another fashion made than that

15  Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed.

 

Vengeance of God, O how much oughtest thou

  By each one to be dreaded, who doth read

  That which was manifest unto mine eyes!

 

Of naked souls beheld I many herds,

20  Who all were weeping very miserably,

  And over them seemed set a law diverse.

 

Supine upon the ground some folk were lying;

  And some were sitting all drawn up together,

  And others went about continually.

 

25Those who were going round were far the more,

  And those were less who lay down to their torment,

  But had their tongues more loosed to lamentation.

 

O'er all the sand-waste, with a gradual fall,

  Were raining down dilated flakes of fire,

30  As of the snow on Alp without a wind.

 

As Alexander, in those torrid parts

  Of India, beheld upon his host

  Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground.

 

Whence he provided with his phalanxes

35  To trample down the soil, because the vapour

  Better extinguished was while it was single;

 

Thus was descending the eternal heat,

  Whereby the sand was set on fire, like tinder

  Beneath the steel, for doubling of the dole.

 

40Without repose forever was the dance

  Of miserable hands, now there, now here,

  Shaking away from off them the fresh gleeds.

 

"Master," began I, "thou who overcomest

  All things except the demons dire, that issued

45  Against us at the entrance of the gate,

 

Who is that mighty one who seems to heed not

  The fire, and lieth lowering and disdainful,

  So that the rain seems not to ripen him?"

 

And he himself, who had become aware

50  That I was questioning my Guide about him,

  Cried: "Such as I was living, am I, dead.

 

If Jove should weary out his smith, from whom

  He seized in anger the sharp thunderbolt,

  Wherewith upon the last day I was smitten,

 

55And if he wearied out by turns the others

  In Mongibello at the swarthy forge,

  Vociferating, Help, good Vulcan, help!

 

Even as he did there at the fight of Phlegra,

  And shot his bolts at me with all his might,

60  He would not have thereby a joyous vengeance."

 

Then did my Leader speak with such great force,

  That I had never heard him speak so loud:

  "O Capaneus, in that is not extinguished

 

Thine arrogance, thou punished art the more;

65  Not any torment, saving thine own rage,

  Would be unto thy fury pain complete."

 

Then he turned round to me with better lip,

  Saying: "One of the Seven Kings was he

  Who Thebes besieged, and held, and seems to hold

 

70God in disdain, and little seems to prize him;

  But, as I said to him, his own despites

  Are for his breast the fittest ornaments.

 

Now follow me, and mind thou do not place

  As yet thy feet upon the burning sand,

75  But always keep them close unto the wood."

 

Speaking no word, we came to where there gushes

  Forth from the wood a little rivulet,

  Whose redness makes my hair still stand on end.

 

As from the Bulicame springs the brooklet,

80  The sinful women later share among them,

  So downward through the sand it went its way.

 

The bottom of it, and both sloping banks,

  Were made of stone, and the margins at the side;

  Whence I perceived that there the passage was.

 

85"In all the rest which I have shown to thee

  Since we have entered in within the gate

  Whose threshold unto no one is denied,

 

Nothing has been discovered by thine eyes

  So notable as is the present river,

90  Which all the little flames above it quenches."

 

These words were of my Leader; whence I prayed him

  That he would give me largess of the food,

  For which he had given me largess of desire.

 

"In the mid-sea there sits a wasted land,"

95  Said he thereafterward, "whose name is Crete,

  Under whose king the world of old was chaste.

 

There is a mountain there, that once was glad

  With waters and with leaves, which was called Ida;

  Now 'tis deserted, as a thing worn out.

 

100Rhea once chose it for the faithful cradle

  Of her own son; and to conceal him better,

  Whene'er he cried, she there had clamours made.

 

A grand old man stands in the mount erect,

  Who holds his shoulders turned tow'rds Damietta,

105  And looks at Rome as if it were his mirror.

 

His head is fashioned of refined gold,

  And of pure silver are the arms and breast;

  Then he is brass as far down as the fork.

 

From that point downward all is chosen iron,

110  Save that the right foot is of kiln-baked clay,

  And more he stands on that than on the other.

 

Each part, except the gold, is by a fissure

  Asunder cleft, that dripping is with tears,

  Which gathered together perforate that cavern.

 

115From rock to rock they fall into this valley;

  Acheron, Styx, and Phlegethon they form;

  Then downward go along this narrow sluice

 

Unto that point where is no more descending.

  They form Cocytus; what that pool may be

120  Thou shalt behold, so here 'tis not narrated."

 

And I to him: "If so the present runnel

  Doth take its rise in this way from our world,

  Why only on this verge appears it to us?"

 

And he to me: "Thou knowest the place is round,

125  And notwithstanding thou hast journeyed far,

  Still to the left descending to the bottom,

 

Thou hast not yet through all the circle turned.

  Therefore if something new appear to us,

  It should not bring amazement to thy face."

 

130And I again: "Master, where shall be found

  Lethe and Phlegethon, for of one thou'rt silent,

  And sayest the other of this rain is made?"

 

"In all thy questions truly thou dost please me,"

  Replied he; "but the boiling of the red

135  Water might well solve one of them thou makest.

 

Thou shalt see Lethe, but outside this moat,

  There where the souls repair to lave themselves,

  When sin repented of has been removed."

 

Then said he: "It is time now to abandon

140  The wood; take heed that thou come after me;

  A way the margins make that are not burning,

 

And over them all vapours are extinguished."