Paradiso: Canto XI
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Dante Alighieri and Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
O Thou insensate care of mortal men, How inconclusive are the syllogisms That make thee beat thy wings in downward flight!
One after laws and one to aphorisms Was going, and one following the priesthood, And one to reign by force or sophistry,
And one in theft, and one in state affairs, One in the pleasures of the flesh involved Wearied himself, one gave himself to ease;
When I, from all these things emancipate, With Beatrice above there in the Heavens With such exceeding glory was received!
When each one had returned unto that point Within the circle where it was before, It stood as in a candlestick a candle;
And from within the effulgence which at first Had spoken unto me, I heard begin Smiling while it more luminous became:
“Even as I am kindled in its ray, So, looking into the Eternal Light, The occasion of thy thoughts I apprehend.
Thou doubtest, and wouldst have me to resift In language so extended and so open My speech, that to thy sense it may be plain,
Where just before I said, ‘where well one fattens,’ And where I said, ‘there never rose a second;’ And here ’tis needful we distinguish well.
The Providence, which governeth the world With counsel, wherein all created vision Is vanquished ere it reach unto the bottom,
(So that towards her own Beloved might go The bride of Him who, uttering a loud cry, Espoused her with his consecrated blood,
Self-confident and unto Him more faithful,) Two Princes did ordain in her behoof, Which on this side and that might be her guide.
The one was all seraphical in ardour; The other by his wisdom upon earth A splendour was of light cherubical.
One will I speak of, for of both is spoken In praising one, whichever may be taken, Because unto one end their labours were.
Between Tupino and the stream that falls Down from the hill elect of blessed Ubald, A fertile slope of lofty mountain hangs,
From which Perugia feels the cold and heat Through Porta Sole, and behind it weep Gualdo and Nocera their grievous yoke.
From out that slope, there where it breaketh most Its steepness, rose upon the world a sun As this one does sometimes from out the Ganges;
Therefore let him who speaketh of that place, Say not Ascesi, for he would say little, But Orient, if he properly would speak.
He was not yet far distant from his rising Before he had begun to make the earth Some comfort from his mighty virtue feel.
For he in youth his father’s wrath incurred For certain Dame, to whom, as unto death, The gate of pleasure no one doth unlock;
And was before his spiritual court ‘Et coram patre’ unto her united; Then day by day more fervently he loved her.
She, reft of her first husband, scorned, obscure, One thousand and one hundred years and more, Waited without a suitor till he came.
Naught it availed to hear, that with Amyclas Found her unmoved at sounding of his voice He who struck terror into all the world;
Naught it availed being constant and undaunted, So that, when Mary still remained below, She mounted up with Christ upon the cross.
But that too darkly I may not proceed, Francis and Poverty for these two lovers Take thou henceforward in my speech diffuse.
Their concord and their joyous semblances, The love, the wonder, and the sweet regard, They made to be the cause of holy thoughts;
So much so that the venerable Bernard First bared his feet, and after so great peace Ran, and, in running, thought himself too slow.
O wealth unknown! O veritable good! Giles bares his feet, and bares his feet Sylvester Behind the bridegroom, so doth please the bride!
Then goes his way that father and that master, He and his Lady and that family Which now was girding on the humble cord;
Nor cowardice of heart weighed down his brow At being son of Peter Bernardone, Nor for appearing marvellously scorned;
But regally his hard determination To Innocent he opened, and from him Received the primal seal upon his Order.
After the people mendicant increased Behind this man, whose admirable life Better in glory of the heavens were sung,
Incoronated with a second crown Was through Honorius by the Eternal Spirit The holy purpose of this Archimandrite.
And when he had, through thirst of martyrdom, In the proud presence of the Sultan preached Christ and the others who came after him,
And, finding for conversion too unripe The folk, and not to tarry there in vain, Returned to fruit of the Italic grass,
On the rude rock ’twixt Tiber and the Arno From Christ did he receive the final seal, Which during two whole years his members bore.
When He, who chose him unto so much good, Was pleased to draw him up to the reward That he had merited by being lowly,
Unto his friars, as to the rightful heirs, His most dear Lady did he recommend, And bade that they should love her faithfully;
And from her bosom the illustrious soul Wished to depart, returning to its realm, And for its body wished no other bier.
Think now what man was he, who was a fit Companion over the high seas to keep The bark of Peter to its proper bearings.