The troubadours : $b A history of Provençal life and literature in the middle agesHueffer, Francis
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The troubadours : $b A history of Provençal life and literature in the middle ages
Hueffer, Francis
Provençal poetry -- History and criticism; Troubadours
[23] Some readers may care to know the whole passage referring to our
troubadour, one of the most weird and impressive of the ‘Inferno.’ It
occurs in the 28th Canto towards the close, and runs thus:—
Ma io rimasi a riguardar lo stuolo,
E vidi cosa ch’io avrei paura
Senza più pruova di contarla solo;
Se non che conscienzia m’assicura,
La buona compagnia che l’uom francheggia
Sotto l’usbergo del sentirsi pura.
Io vidi certo ed ancor par ch’io ’l veggia,
Un busto senza capo andar, si come
Andavan gli altri della trista greggia.
E ‘l capo tronco tenea per le chiome
Pesol con mano, a guisa di lanterna:
E quei mirava noi, e dicea: O me!
Di sè faceva a sè stesso lucerna;
Ed eran due in uno ed uno in due:
Com’ esser puo, Quei sa che sì governa.
Quando diritto appiè del ponte fue
Levò ‘l braccio alto con tutta la testa
Per appressarne le parole sue,
Che furo: Or vedi la pena molesta
Tu che, spirando vai veggendo i morti:
Vedi s’alcuna è grave come questa.
E perchè tu di me novella porti,
Sappi ch’io son Bertram dal Bornio, quelli
Che al rè giovane diedi i mai conforti;
Io feci ’l padre e ‘l figlio in sè ribelli:
Achitofel non fè più d’Absalone
E di David, coi malvagi pungelli.
Perch’io partii così giunte persone,
Partito porto il mio cerebro lasso!
Dal suo principio chè ’n questo troncone;
Così s’osserva in me lo contrappasso.
But I remained to look upon the troop,
And saw a thing which I should be in fear,
Without more proof of telling, I alone,
But that my conscience reassureth me,
The good companion which emboldens man
Under the hauberk of its feeling pure.
I certes saw, and seems I see it still,
A trunk without a head proceeding, so
As went the others of the sorry flock.
And by the hair he held his truncate head
In guise of lantern, pendulous in hand:
And that gazed on us, and it said, ‘Oh me!’
He of himself made light unto himself,
And they were two in one, and one in two:
How it can be He knows who governs thus.
When he was right against the bridge’s foot,
He raised, with all the head, his arm on high
So to approach to us the words thereof,
Which were: ‘See now the troublous penalty
Thou who go’st breathing, looking at the dead,
See whether any is so great as this.
And, for that thou mayst carry of me news,
I, know thou, am Bertran de Born, the man
Who gave the young king ill encouragements.
I mutually made rebels son and sire:
Ahithophel made Absalom no more
And David with his wicked goadings on.
Because I parted persons thus conjoined,
My brain, alas! I carry parted from
Its principle which is in this my trunk.
So retribution is in me observed.
W. M. ROSSETTI’S _translation_.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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