Darkness of hell, and of a night deprived Of every planet under a poor sky, As much as may be tenebrous with cloud, Ne'er made unto my sight so thick a veil, As did that smoke which there enveloped us, Nor to the feeling of so rough a texture;
For not an eye it suffered to stay open;
Whereat mine escort, faithful and sagacious, Drew near to me and offered me his shoulder.
E'en as a blind man goes behind his guide, Lest he should wander, or should strike against Aught that may harm or peradventure kill him, So went I through the bitter and foul air, Listening unto my Leader, who said only, "Look that from me thou be not separated."
Voices I heard, and every one appeared To supplicate for peace and misericord The Lamb of God who takes away our sins.
Still "Agnus Dei" their exordium was;
One word there was in all, and metre one, So that all harmony appeared among them.
"Master," I said, "are spirits those I hear?"
And he to me: "Thou apprehendest truly, And they the knot of anger go unloosing."
"Now who art thou, that cleavest through our smoke And art discoursing of us even as though Thou didst by calends still divide the time?"
After this manner by a voice was spoken;
Whereon my Master said: "Do thou reply, And ask if on this side the way go upward."
And I: "O creature that dost cleanse thyself To return beautiful to Him who made thee, Thou shalt hear marvels if thou follow me."
"Thee will I follow far as is allowed me,"
He answered; "and if smoke prevent our seeing, Hearing shall keep us joined instead thereof."
Thereon began I: "With that swathing band Which death unwindeth am I going upward, And hither came I through the infernal anguish.
And if God in his grace has me infolded, So that he wills that I behold his court By method wholly out of modern usage, Conceal not from me who ere death thou wast, But tell it me, and tell me if I go Right for the pass, and be thy words our escort."
"Lombard was I, and I was Marco called;
The world I knew, and loved that excellence, At which has each one now unbent his bow.
For mounting upward, thou art going right."
Thus he made answer, and subjoined: "I pray thee To pray for me when thou shalt be above."
And I to him: "My faith I pledge to thee To do what thou dost ask me; but am bursting Inly with doubt, unless I rid me of it.
First it was ******, and is now made double By thy opinion, which makes certain to me, Here and elsewhere, that which I couple with it.
The world forsooth is utterly deserted By every virtue, as thou tellest me, And with iniquity is big and covered;
But I beseech thee point me out the cause, That I may see it, and to others show it;
For one in the heavens, and here below one puts it."
A sigh profound, that grief forced into Ai!
He first sent forth, and then began he: "Brother, The world is blind, and sooth thou comest from it!
Ye who are living every cause refer Still upward to the heavens, as if all things They of necessity moved with themselves.
If this were so, in you would be destroyed Free will, nor any justice would there be In having joy for good, or grief for evil.
