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“Through me you enter the city of woe Trough me you enter the eternal pain Through me you go to people lost below. Justice inspired my highest factor reign; I was created by act of divine, Supreme wisdom and the first love as main. Of all created things the first is mine Unless eternal, and I eternal last. Who enters here must any hope resign”. These words in color of obscure contrast I written saw on top of a big door; So I: “Master, their meanings me harass” And he to me, as guy with a shrewd core “Here you must abandon any bad mind; Of any cowardice must die the bore. We reached the place I told you, so remind, Where you shall see the people full of pain Who good of intellect have lost behind”. And when his hand on mine put to remain With happy face, giving consolation, Told me deep secrets in a fashion plain. There sighing, tears, cries of desperation Were filling all the air empty of light, So I had to cry with desolation. Strange sounds, screeches with horrible insight, Painfulness words, furious rage tones, High and hoarse voices, and sounds to incite Were doing much noise, which there high intones Throughout that turbid air for endless time, As when swirl wind moves sand and little stones. And since I had so wrong my own head prime, I told: “Master, what is the noise I hear? Which is the people here bummed in such grime?”. And he to me: “This forlorn way of here Assume the dreary souls of those men past Who with no blot or laud a life had mere. Among that evil choir are badly classed Of angels who neither became barely rebels Nor faithful to God, with selfishness vast. Heaven to shun less beauty them dispels, Nor can welcome them the deepest hell, Since for no sinner are of glory wells”. And I: “Master, what is so hardly fell To make indeed them strongly to complain?”. He answered: “Few words to you I will spell. For these of death the prospect is in vain, And their blind living is so badly low, So that of any doom have envious brain. Of their renown worldwide there is no show; Compassion and true justice them despise: Don’t care for them, look simply and go low”. And I, looking, saw a flag of big size Which run whirling around at such a speed, That looked to me to stop unworthy guise; And back was followed by a crowd indeed Of people, which I would never believe That so far a large amount was death’s deed. After who he was I reached to conceive I saw and knew the shadow of the one Who mean refused his great role to receive. At once my understanding was thus done That it was the sect of those captives here, Not pleasing God and his enemies none. These evil-born who had never life clear, Had naked bodies and strongly harassed too By blowflies and wasps which were flying near. So doing blood was streaming their cheeks through, Which, mixed with tears, fell to ground at their feet Where it was picked up by pesky worms not few. And since I looked back for a view complete, I saw people nearby a large stream; So I told: ”Master, you now me repeat So that I know who are and for what theme They have to look ready forthwith to pass, As I descry in this light lack extreme” And he to me: “Clear will be things at last When our steps walking we shall bring to rest At the sad bank of Acheronte vast”. With shameful eyes low looking at my chest, Because I feared by speaking to bore him, Silent to the river I was at best. And came us towards of a boat aboard An old man, white for his ancient hair, Shouting: “ Woe unto you, oh souls abhorred! You have no hope to see the heaven air I come to bring you to the other bank In the eternal dark, warm and cold scare. And you right there, of living souls your rank, Divide your path from these ones who are dead”. But when he saw I was not moving flank, Told me: “Different ways, and ports instead You have to reach, not here, to freely pass A lighter vessel conveniently will lead”. My guide to him: “Charon, don’t you harass: So is the will up there where is the sway To reach the will, and put no more contrasts” After the fleecy chicks calm had to stay To the old pilot of the livid slew, Who flames round his eyes had to display. But those souls, which were weary and naked too, Forthwith turned pale and started to chatter When heard the meaning of words so askew. Blasphemed God and their relatives latter, The human beings, where, when and the seed Of their seed pearl and of newborn scatter. They then all joined and came compelled to cede, Bitterly weeping, at the wicked bank Deserved by any man of God’s fear freed. Charon demon, has ember’s eyes with swank, Moving to them, is now collecting all; With paddle beats whoever sits or sank. As leaves which faded drop down during fall One after the other, until the bough Sees all his spoils fallen to ground to stall So the wrong seeds that Adam could endow Themselves throw from beach one by one, His nod follow as a bird to call now. So they above the obscure wave just run, And before they the other bank descend Another new swarm on this side is done. “My dear son”, then told me the master friend, “The wretches ones who die in God’s disgrace From any country here come to their end; The river crossing are ready to face, Because divine justice now them spurs So that their fear deep desire must displace. Here no a good spirit ever occurs; So, then if Charon is to complain with you, You ought to catch well what his speech incurs”. And when he ceased, the land obscure to view Trembled so loud, that owing to my freight My mind of lather still perceives the dew. The tearful ground created a wind rate, Which suddenly flashed a vermilion light Winning my senses knocking down my state; And I fell down as man who sleeps at night.

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Dante's Divine Comedy Iii Canto Translation

“Through me you enter the city of woe Trough me you enter the eternal pain Through me you go to people lost below. Justice inspired my highest factor reign; I was created by act of divine, Supreme wisdom and the first love as main. Of all created things the first is mine Unless eternal, and I eternal last. Who enters here must any hope resign”. These words in color of obscure contrast I written saw on top of a big door; So I: “Master, their meanings me harass” And he to me, as guy with a shrewd core “Here you must abandon any bad mind; Of any cowardice must die the bore. We reached the place I told you, so remind, Where you shall see the people full of pain Who good of intellect have lost behind”. And when his hand on mine put to remain With happy face, giving consolation, Told me deep secrets in a fashion plain. There sighing, tears, cries of desperation Were filling all the air empty of light, So I had to cry with desolation. Strange sounds, screeches with horrible insight, Painfulness words, furious rage tones, High and hoarse voices, and sounds to incite Were doing much noise, which there high intones Throughout that turbid air for endless time, As when swirl wind moves sand and little stones. And since I had so wrong my own head prime, I told: “Master, what is the noise I hear? Which is the people here bummed in such grime?”. And he to me: “This forlorn way of here Assume the dreary souls of those men past Who with no blot or laud a life had mere. Among that evil choir are badly classed Of angels who neither became barely rebels Nor faithful to God, with selfishness vast. Heaven to shun less beauty them dispels, Nor can welcome them the deepest hell, Since for no sinner are of glory wells”. And I: “Master, what is so hardly fell To make indeed them strongly to complain?”. He answered: “Few words to you I will spell. For these of death the prospect is in vain, And their blind living is so badly low, So that of any doom have envious brain. Of their renown worldwide there is no show; Compassion and true justice them despise: Don’t care for them, look simply and go low”. And I, looking, saw a flag of big size Which run whirling around at such a speed, That looked to me to stop unworthy guise; And back was followed by a crowd indeed Of people, which I would never believe That so far a large amount was death’s deed. After who he was I reached to conceive I saw and knew the shadow of the one Who mean refused his great role to receive. At once my understanding was thus done That it was the sect of those captives here, Not pleasing God and his enemies none. These evil-born who had never life clear, Had naked bodies and strongly harassed too By blowflies and wasps which were flying near. So doing blood was streaming their cheeks through, Which, mixed with tears, fell to ground at their feet Where it was picked up by pesky worms not few. And since I looked back for a view complete, I saw people nearby a large stream; So I told: ”Master, you now me repeat So that I know who are and for what theme They have to look ready forthwith to pass, As I descry in this light lack extreme” And he to me: “Clear will be things at last When our steps walking we shall bring to rest At the sad bank of Acheronte vast”. With shameful eyes low looking at my chest, Because I feared by speaking to bore him, Silent to the river I was at best. And came us towards of a boat aboard An old man, white for his ancient hair, Shouting: “ Woe unto you, oh souls abhorred! You have no hope to see the heaven air I come to bring you to the other bank In the eternal dark, warm and cold scare. And you right there, of living souls your rank, Divide your path from these ones who are dead”. But when he saw I was not moving flank, Told me: “Different ways, and ports instead You have to reach, not here, to freely pass A lighter vessel conveniently will lead”. My guide to him: “Charon, don’t you harass: So is the will up there where is the sway To reach the will, and put no more contrasts” After the fleecy chicks calm had to stay To the old pilot of the livid slew, Who flames round his eyes had to display. But those souls, which were weary and naked too, Forthwith turned pale and started to chatter When heard the meaning of words so askew. Blasphemed God and their relatives latter, The human beings, where, when and the seed Of their seed pearl and of newborn scatter. They then all joined and came compelled to cede, Bitterly weeping, at the wicked bank Deserved by any man of God’s fear freed. Charon demon, has ember’s eyes with swank, Moving to them, is now collecting all; With paddle beats whoever sits or sank. As leaves which faded drop down during fall One after the other, until the bough Sees all his spoils fallen to ground to stall So the wrong seeds that Adam could endow Themselves throw from beach one by one, His nod follow as a bird to call now. So they above the obscure wave just run, And before they the other bank descend Another new swarm on this side is done. “My dear son”, then told me the master friend, “The wretches ones who die in God’s disgrace From any country here come to their end; The river crossing are ready to face, Because divine justice now them spurs So that their fear deep desire must displace. Here no a good spirit ever occurs; So, then if Charon is to complain with you, You ought to catch well what his speech incurs”. And when he ceased, the land obscure to view Trembled so loud, that owing to my freight My mind of lather still perceives the dew. The tearful ground created a wind rate, Which suddenly flashed a vermilion light Winning my senses knocking down my state; And I fell down as man who sleeps at night.