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Whoever might with just free words beside
Speak of the blood and in full too of sores
Which I saw now, with a narration wide?

Any speech will sure fail to open doors
To our sermon and for the mind indeed
Which offer to such grasp so little score.

If one anew all guys gathered could lead
Which yet before, in the so lucky land
Of Puglia, with painfulness had to bleed

For Trojans and for the war long and grand
Which of golden rings made then so large spoils
As Livy reported, where truths withstand,

With people who suffered mournful recoils
To contrast Robert Guiscardo’s the rush;
And others whose strayed bones ground by now coils

At Ceperan, there where lied with no blush
Each Apulian, and from Tagliacozzo field
Where the old Alard won without arms crush;

And any injured limb or broken yield
Each should show, it could just not equal at all
Like the dirty way the ninth circle revealed.

I saw, a leaking butt from center wall,
As I saw one, but not broken this way,
Cut from chin down unto where farts sprawl.

Between his legs the giblets hang and sway;
His heart visible and the wretched sack
Which shit produces  from eaten food away.

While I stare and to watch him me attack,
He looked me opening with hands his chest,
Telling: “You now see how I just unpack!

Look how Mahomet is crippled and stressed!
In front of me is Ali crying much,
His face is cut from chin to hair crest.

And all the others  you see and touch,
Of scandal and schism just wicked sowers
Were while living, so this way are cut such.

A devil here them hacks and lowers
So cruelly, using cut of sword blade
Hitting all of this kind people goers,

When we have turned in the mournful road strayed;
Because the weapons are all sealed again
Before some else in front of them is laid.

But who are you on crag who muse and crane,
Maybe to delay now your pain to reach
Judged on your accusations not in vain?”.

“Neither death came yet, nor fault or impeach”,
Answered my master, “to this plague brings him,
But him experience full to give and teach,

I, who am dead, must give my aid brim
Here in  hell circle by circle down;
And it is true as I am on this rim”.

More than hundred were, hearing him around,
That stopped their walking in the bank to see
With wonder me, forgetting their pain crown.

“Now tell friar Dolcino  stocked to be,
You who perhaps will see sun quite in short,
If he does not want early follow me,

So much of food, that snow duress comport
The unwanted Novarese win to achieve,
Which else wouldn't be simple and would abort”.

Since one of his feet just moved up to leave,
Mahomet told me this word to advice;
Then going away to ground could it cleave.

Another, with his throat holed in its splice 
And nose cut until cilia under,
And had yet one hear only for device,

Who stayed aside while watching with wonder
With others, as first he opened his cane,
Which was outside red in all remainder,

And told: “O you who have no fault or stain
And whom I saw just in his Latin land,
If resemblance does not lie me again,

Recall then Pier da Medicina's stand,
If ever you back see the sweetest plain
Which from Vercelli to Marcabò is spanned.

And let know then to the two best of Fane,
To mister Guido and Angiolello too,
That, if foreseeing here is not just vain,

They will be out thrown from their ship for true
And nearby Cattolica then will die
By treason to an awry tyrant due.

Cyprus’ and Majorca’s islands between by
Never Neptune such a great fault saw,
Not by pirates, nor by Argolic guy.

That traitor who sees with one eye as flaw,
And holds the land which some with me here
Would like not to see at all with no haw,

Will call them to come for a parley bear;
Then will act so, that to Focara’s wind
With any pray or vote they will then steer”.

continues part 2
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