Continues the difficult translation of first Canto of Divina Commedia
Dante imagined to find himself in a dark forest where he met three beasts.
Now he is going to meet the poet Virgilio who will bring him through the Hell.
And such as guy acquiring with decision,
And comes the time which brings him then to lose,
So that his thoughts with sorrow find collision;
Similar the peaceless beast with strong abuse
Coming against me direct bit by bit
Constrained me with shadow to confuse.
And while compelled to slide down and quit,
Before my eyes just the faint view appeared
Of who for long hush seemed to have no fit.
When I saw him in the wide desert cleared,
“Miserere of me”, I screamed to him,
“If you to shadow or to man adhered”
Replied: “I'm not now, man I was not dim,
Lombard my parents just certainly were
Both from Mantua, their home with vim.
Arose sub Julio, even late occur,
And lived in Rome under August good
In times of liars false gods and faith blur.
Poet I was, and sung of that with just mood
Anchise’s son who came in a trip from Troy,
When superb Ilion burned as a wood.
But why you follow of trouble the decoy?
Why the delectable hill don’t you rise
Which is the start and cause of a full joy?”.
“Are you now that Virgilio source wise
Who spreads of words a so ample river?”.
I answered him with my shameful eyes.
“O of other poets light and honor giver,
Might I have gain from long study and love
Which made me look for your work with quiver.
You are my master who inspires above,
You are the only one from whom I took
The stile admirable of my honor shove.