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Hell translation CANTO XXX part 2

And after had passed the two enraged by
On which I had before pointed my sight,
I turned to others evil-born my eye.

I saw one, who the form of lute have might,
If he the groin in full had only had
Truncated from the man fork left to right.

His dropsy hard, dividing so his head
And limbs from humors ill transforming low,
So that his face doesn’t fit the womb bad,

Made him to hold lips open as to blow
Just like a drunk, who is thirst addict
One toward chin and other down must throw.

“Oh you who with no pain are now convict,
The reason I don’t know, in this world dire”,
He told then us, “Look at attentive strict

The misery of Adamo master ire;
I had, alive, of what I wanted much,
And now, alas!, a water drop desire.

The brooklets which from green hills then touch
Falling down to Arno the Casentine land,
Doing their channels fresh and soft too such,

Always they show in front, and are so planned,
Because their view dries me just more and more
So that my face by no flesh is spanned. 

Severe justice which now gives me this bore
Origin has from place where I made sin
To put on me the greatest pains to core.

There is Romena, where forger I have been
Of the alloy coin with Batista seal done;
For which my body burned I left up in.
But if I were to see the bad soul here stun
Of Guy or Alexander or brother of their,
For Fronte Branda to give my sight would shun.

One is just here in, if the raged not fair
Souls going around this site say the truth;
But what for, since my limbs are stuck to  scare?

If I were not as much as so uncouth
And I could in hundred years one ounce lose,
I would have started the path with no ruth,
 
Looking for him who can himself confuse
Among this lewd crowd eleven miles long,
And it is not less than half mile width whose.

I am for them with these fellows wrong;
They induced me the false florins to mint
Which had three carats of rubbish along”. 

And I to him: “Who are the two no dint
Who emit fumes as in winter hands wet,
Lying at your right hand closely to stint?.”

“Here I found them- and then they here were set-“,
He answered, “When I rained in this dire deep,
And I don’t think to leave ever they get.

One is the false who Joseph charged with creep;
Other is the false Sinon Trojan Greek:
Acute fever makes them so hardly sweat”.

And one of them, who so hearing got sick
Maybe to be named in such obscure way,
With the fist then stroke his belly hard freak.

That vibrated like it were a drum tray;
And master Adamo hit him on face
With his arm, which not less hard to be may, 

Telling him: “Even if I have disgrace
Of  not well moving my limbs due to weight,
I have the arm prepared just to deface”.

So he responded: “When you went to fate
Of fire, you did not have a limb so fast;
But so and more you had when minted spate”.

And the hydropic: “You tell truth at last;
But you were not to testify as good
There where in Troy you were asked in the past”.

“If I said false, and false coin mint you could”,
Told Sinon; “ I am here for one fault,
And you for many more than else damned would”.

“Remember, perjurer, the horse assault”,
Answered the one who had belly flown up;
“And sad be since all world knows your default!”. 

“And sad be you for thirst which now cracks deep”,
The Greek told, “your tongue, and water rotten
Which makes your paunch to your eyes close to keep!”.

And the coiner then: “So rip is gotten
Your mouth for your fault as always must go;
So, if my thirst and paunch can’t be forgotten,

You have scorching and your headache is so,
And to clean up the Narcissus’ mirror,
You wouldn’t have words many to spend though”.

At their words I was attentive hearer,
When the master told me: “Now watch and stay,
To quarrel with you I am nearer!”. 

When I heard him to speak with such rage weigh,
I turned myself to him with so much shame,
That in my head it stands and I still pay.

Like one who dreams to be in a damned frame,
So that while dreaming wants a dream to be,
So what happens, as it were not, may claim,

As that I was, not being to speak free,
While I wanted to excuse me, and I did
Excuse me yet, while did not convince me.  

“A larger lack of less shame just gets rid”,
Told my master, “Though yours was not;
But to abandon any sadness now I bid.

And be conscious of me at flank be got,
If ever happens that the case brings still
Where are some people as painful a lot:

Because wish to hear such is a bad will”

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