Canto XXVI


While on the brink thus one before the other

  We went upon our way, oft the good Master

  Said: "Take thou heed! suffice it that I warn thee."


On the right shoulder smote me now the sun,

5  That, raying out, already the whole west

  Changed from its azure aspect into white.


And with my shadow did I make the flame

  Appear more red; and even to such a sign

  Shades saw I many, as they went, give heed.


10This was the cause that gave them a beginning

  To speak of me; and to themselves began they

  To say: "That seems not a factitious body!"


Then towards me, as far as they could come,

  Came certain of them, always with regard

15  Not to step forth where they would not be burned.


"O thou who goest, not from being slower

  But reverent perhaps, behind the others,

  Answer me, who in thirst and fire am burning.


Nor to me only is thine answer needful;

20  For all of these have greater thirst for it

  Than for cold water Ethiop or Indian.


Tell us how is it that thou makest thyself

  A wall unto the sun, as if thou hadst not

  Entered as yet into the net of death."


25Thus one of them addressed me, and I straight

  Should have revealed myself, were I not bent

  On other novelty that then appeared.


For through the middle of the burning road

  There came a people face to face with these,

30  Which held me in suspense with gazing at them.


There see I hastening upon either side

  Each of the shades, and kissing one another

  Without a pause, content with brief salute.


Thus in the middle of their brown battalions

35  Muzzle to muzzle one ant meets another

  Perchance to spy their journey or their fortune.


No sooner is the friendly greeting ended,

  Or ever the first footstep passes onward,

  Each one endeavours to outcry the other;


40The new-come people: "Sodom and Gomorrah!"

  The rest: "Into the cow Pasiphae enters,

  So that the bull unto her lust may run!"


Then as the cranes, that to Riphaean mountains

  Might fly in part, and part towards the sands,

45  These of the frost, those of the sun avoidant,


One folk is going, and the other coming,

  And weeping they return to their first songs,

  And to the cry that most befitteth them;


And close to me approached, even as before,

50  The very same who had entreated me,

  Attent to listen in their countenance.


I, who their inclination twice had seen,

  Began: "O souls secure in the possession,

  Whene'er it may be, of a state of peace,


55Neither unripe nor ripened have remained

  My members upon earth, but here are with me

  With their own blood and their articulations.


I go up here to be no longer blind;

  A Lady is above, who wins this grace,

60  Whereby the mortal through your world I bring.


But as your greatest longing satisfied

  May soon become, so that the Heaven may house you

  Which full of love is, and most amply spreads,


Tell me, that I again in books may write it,

65  Who are you, and what is that multitude

  Which goes upon its way behind your backs?"


Not otherwise with wonder is bewildered

  The mountaineer, and staring round is dumb,

  When rough and rustic to the town he goes,


70Than every shade became in its appearance;

  But when they of their stupor were disburdened,

  Which in high hearts is quickly quieted,


"Blessed be thou, who of our border-lands,"

  He recommenced who first had questioned us,

75  "Experience freightest for a better life.


The folk that comes not with us have offended

  In that for which once Caesar, triumphing,

  Heard himself called in contumely, 'Queen.'


Therefore they separate, exclaiming, 'Sodom!'

80  Themselves reproving, even as thou hast heard,

  And add unto their burning by their shame.


Our own transgression was hermaphrodite;

  But because we observed not human law,

  Following like unto beasts our appetite,


85In our opprobrium by us is read,

  When we part company, the name of her

  Who bestialized herself in bestial wood.


Now knowest thou our acts, and what our crime was;

  Wouldst thou perchance by name know who we are,

90  There is not time to tell, nor could I do it.


Thy wish to know me shall in sooth be granted;

  I'm Guido Guinicelli, and now purge me,

  Having repented ere the hour extreme."


The same that in the sadness of Lycurgus

95  Two sons became, their mother re-beholding,

  Such I became, but rise not to such height,


The moment I heard name himself the father

  Of me and of my betters, who had ever

  Practised the sweet and gracious rhymes of love;


100And without speech and hearing thoughtfully

  For a long time I went, beholding him,

  Nor for the fire did I approach him nearer.


When I was fed with looking, utterly

  Myself I offered ready for his service,

105  With affirmation that compels belief.


And he to me: "Thou leavest footprints such

  In me, from what I hear, and so distinct,

  Lethe cannot efface them, nor make dim.


But if thy words just now the truth have sworn,

110  Tell me what is the cause why thou displayest

  In word and look that dear thou holdest me?"


And I to him: "Those dulcet lays of yours

  Which, long as shall endure our modern fashion,

  Shall make for ever dear their very ink!"


115"O brother," said he, "he whom I point out,"

  And here he pointed at a spirit in front,

  "Was of the mother tongue a better smith.


Verses of love and proses of romance,

  He mastered all; and let the idiots talk,

120  Who think the Lemosin surpasses him.


To clamour more than truth they turn their faces,

  And in this way establish their opinion,

  Ere art or reason has by them been heard.


Thus many ancients with Guittone did,

125  From cry to cry still giving him applause,

  Until the truth has conquered with most persons.


Now, if thou hast such ample privilege

  'Tis granted thee to go unto the cloister

  Wherein is Christ the abbot of the college,


130To him repeat for me a Paternoster,

  So far as needful to us of this world,

  Where power of sinning is no longer ours."


Then, to give place perchance to one behind,

  Whom he had near, he vanished in the fire

135  As fish in water going to the bottom.


I moved a little tow'rds him pointed out,

  And said that to his name my own desire

  An honourable place was making ready.


He of his own free will began to say:

140  'Tan m' abellis vostre cortes deman,

  Que jeu nom' puesc ni vueill a vos cobrire;


Jeu sui Arnaut, que plor e vai chantan;

  Consiros vei la passada folor,

  E vei jauzen lo jorn qu' esper denan.


145Ara vus prec per aquella valor,

  Que vus condus al som de la scalina,

  Sovenga vus a temprar ma dolor.'


Then hid him in the fire that purifies them.

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147 So pleases me your courteous demand,
I cannot and I will not hide me from you.
I am Arnaut, who weep and singing go;
Contrite I see the folly of the past,
And joyous see the hoped-for day before me.
Therefore do I implore you, by that power
Which guides you to the summit of the stairs,
Be mindful to assuage my suffering!