The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, Purgatory — Dante Alighieri — John Shaqi
The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, Purgatory
Dante Alighieri · en
And he to me, “My writing is plain, and the hope of these is not
fallacious, if well it is regarded with sound mind; for top of judgment
vails not itself because a fire of love may, in one instant, fulfil
that which he who is stationed here must satisfy. And there where I
affirmed this proposition, defect was not amended by a prayer, because
the prayer was disjoined from God. But truly in regard to so deep a
doubt decide thou not, unless she tell thee who shall be a light
between the truth and the understanding.[1] I know not if thou
understandest; I speak of Beatrice. Thou shalt see her above, smiling
and happy, upon the summit of this mountain.”
[1] The question, being one that relates to the Divine will, cannot be
answered with full assurance by human reason.
And I, “My lord, let us go on with greater speed, for now I mu not
weary as before; and behold now how the bill casts its shadow.” “We
will go forward with this day,” he answered, “as much further as we
shall yet be able; but the fact is of other form than thou supposest.
Before thou art there-above thou wilt see him return, who is now hidden
by the hill-side so that thou dost not make his rays to break. But see
there a soul which seated all alone is looking toward us; it will point
out to us the speediest way.” We came to it. O Lombard soul, how lofty
and scornful wast thou; and in the movement of thine eyes grave and
slow! It said not anything to us, but let us go on, looking only in
manner of a lion when he couches. Virgil, however, drew near to it,
praying that it would show to us the best ascent; and it answered not
to his request, but of our country and life it asked us. And the sweet
Leader began, “Mantua,”—and the shade, all in itself recluse, rose
toward him from the place where erst it was, saying, “O Mantuan, I am
Sordello of thy city,”[1]—and they embraced each other.
[1] Sordello, who lived early in the thirteenth century, was of the
family of the Visconti of Mantua. He left his native land and gave up
his native tongue to live and write as a troubadour in Provence, but
his fame belonged to Italy.