THE DIVINE COMEDY(三)(朗费罗译但丁之《神曲》)

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THE DIVINE COMEDY

DANTE ALIGHIERI (1265-1321)

TRANSLATED BY HENRY WADSWORTH

LONGFELLOW (1807-1882)

CANTICLE III: PARADISO

THE DIVINE COMEDY

Paradiso: Canto I

The glory of Him who moveth everything Doth penetrate the

universe, and shine In one part more and in another less.

Within that heaven which most his light receives Was I, and things

beheld which to repeat Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends;

Because in drawing near to its desire Our intellect ingulphs itself so far,

That after it the memory cannot go.

Truly whatever of the holy realm I had the power to treasure in my

mind Shall now become the subject of my song.

O good Apollo, for this last emprise Make of me such a vessel of thy

power As giving the beloved laurel asks!

One summit of Parnassus hitherto Has been enough for me, but now

with both I needs must enter the arena left.

Enter into my bosom, thou, and breathe As at the time when Marsyas

thou didst draw Out of the scabbard of those limbs of his.

O power divine, lend'st thou thyself to me So that the shadow of the

blessed realm Stamped in my brain I can make manifest,

Thou'lt see me come unto thy darling tree, And crown myself

thereafter with those leaves Of which the theme and thou shall make me

worthy.

So seldom, Father, do we gather them For triumph or of Caesar or of

Poet, (The fault and shame of human inclinations,)

That the Peneian foliage should bring forth Joy to the joyous Delphic

deity, When any one it makes to thirst for it.

A little spark is followed by great flame; Perchance with better voices

after me Shall prayer be made that Cyrrha may respond!

To mortal men by passages diverse Uprises the world's lamp; but by

that one Which circles four uniteth with three crosses,

With better course and with a better star Conjoined it issues, and the

mundane wax Tempers and stamps more after its own fashion.

Almost that passage had made morning there And evening here, and

there was wholly white That hemisphere, and black the other part,

When Beatrice towards the left-hand side I saw turned round, and

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gazing at the sun; Never did eagle fasten so upon it!

And even as a second ray is wont To issue from the first and reascend,

Like to a pilgrim who would fain return,

Thus of her action, through the eyes infused In my imagination, mine I

made, And sunward fixed mine eyes beyond our wont.

There much is lawful which is here unlawful Unto our powers, by

virtue of the place Made for the human species as its own.

Not long I bore it, nor so little while But I beheld it sparkle round

about Like iron that comes molten from the fire;

And suddenly it seemed that day to day Was added, as if He who has

the power Had with another sun the heaven adorned.

With eyes upon the everlasting wheels Stood Beatrice all intent, and I,

on her Fixing my vision from above removed,

Such at her aspect inwardly became As Glaucus, tasting of the herb

that made him Peer of the other gods beneath the sea.

To represent transhumanise in words Impossible were; the example,

then, suffice Him for whom Grace the experience reserves.

If I was merely what of me thou newly Createdst, Love who governest

the heaven, Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light!

When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal Desiring thee,

made me attentive to it By harmony thou dost modulate and measure,

Then seemed to me so much of heaven enkindled By the sun's flame,

that neither rain nor river E'er made a lake so widely spread abroad.

The newness of the sound and the great light Kindled in me a longing

for their cause, Never before with such acuteness felt;

Whence she, who saw me as I saw myself, To quiet in me my

perturbed mind, Opened her mouth, ere I did mine to ask,

And she began: "Thou makest thyself so dull With false imagining,

that thou seest not What thou wouldst see if thou hadst shaken it off.

Thou art not upon earth, as thou believest; But lightning, fleeing its

appropriate site, Ne'er ran as thou, who thitherward returnest."

If of my former doubt I was divested By these brief little words more

smiled than spoken, I in a new one was the more ensnared;

And said: "Already did I rest content From great amazement; but am

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now amazed In what way I transcend these bodies light."

Whereupon she, after a pitying sigh, Her eyes directed tow'rds me with

that look A mother casts on a delirious child;

And she began: "All things whate'er they be Have order among

themselves, and this is form, That makes the universe resemble God.

Here do the higher creatures see the footprints Of the Eternal Power,

which is the end Whereto is made the law already mentioned.

In the order that I speak of are inclined All natures, by their destinies

diverse, More or less near unto their origin;

Hence they move onward unto ports diverse O'er the great sea of being;

and each one With instinct given it which bears it on.

This bears away the fire towards the moon; This is in mortal hearts the

motive power This binds together and unites the earth.

Nor only the created things that are Without intelligence this bow

shoots forth, But those that have both intellect and love.

The Providence that regulates all this Makes with its light the heaven

forever quiet, Wherein that turns which has the greatest haste.

And thither now, as to a site decreed, Bears us away the virtue of that

cord Which aims its arrows at a joyous mark.

True is it, that as oftentimes the form Accords not with the intention of

the art, Because in answering is matter deaf,

So likewise from this course doth deviate Sometimes the creature, who

the power possesses, Though thus impelled, to swerve some other way,

(In the same wise as one may see the fire Fall from a cloud,) if the first

impetus Earthward is wrested by some false delight.

Thou shouldst not wonder more, if well I judge, At thine ascent, than

at a rivulet From some high mount descending to the lowland.

Marvel it would be in thee, if deprived Of hindrance, thou wert seated

down below, As if on earth the living fire were quiet."

Thereat she heavenward turned again her face.

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Paradiso: Canto II

O Ye, who in some pretty little boat, Eager to listen, have been

following Behind my ship, that singing sails along,

Turn back to look again upon your shores; Do not put out to sea, lest

peradventure, In losing me, you might yourselves be lost.

The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots

me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears.

Ye other few who have the neck uplifted Betimes to th' bread of

Angels upon which One liveth here and grows not sated by it,

Well may you launch upon the deep salt-sea Your vessel, keeping still

my wake before you Upon the water that grows smooth again.

Those glorious ones who unto Colchos passed Were not so wonder-

struck as you shall be, When Jason they beheld a ploughman made!

The con-created and perpetual thirst For the realm deiform did bear us

on, As swift almost as ye the heavens behold.

Upward gazed Beatrice, and I at her; And in such space perchance as

strikes a bolt And flies, and from the notch unlocks itself,

Arrived I saw me where a wondrous thing Drew to itself my sight; and

therefore she From whom no care of mine could be concealed,

Towards me turning, blithe as beautiful, Said unto me: "Fix gratefully

thy mind On God, who unto the first star has brought us."

It seemed to me a cloud encompassed us, Luminous, dense,

consolidate and bright As adamant on which the sun is striking.

Into itself did the eternal pearl Receive us, even as water doth receive

A ray of light, remaining still unbroken.

If I was body, (and we here conceive not How one dimension tolerates

another, Which needs must be if body enter body,)

More the desire should be enkindled in us That essence to behold,

wherein is seen How God and our own nature were united.

There will be seen what we receive by faith, Not demonstrated, but

self-evident In guise of the first truth that man believes.

I made reply: "Madonna, as devoutly As most I can do I give thanks to

Him Who has removed me from the mortal world.

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But tell me what the dusky spots may be Upon this body, which below

on earth Make people tell that fabulous tale of Cain?"

Somewhat she smiled; and then, "If the opinion Of mortals be

erroneous," she said, "Where'er the key of sense doth not unlock,

Certes, the shafts of wonder should not pierce thee Now, forasmuch as,

following the senses, Thou seest that the reason has short wings.

But tell me what thou think'st of it thyself." And I: "What seems to us

up here diverse, Is caused, I think, by bodies rare and dense."

And she: "Right truly shalt thou see immersed In error thy belief, if

well thou hearest The argument that I shall make against it.

Lights many the eighth sphere displays to you Which in their quality

and quantity May noted be of aspects different.

If this were caused by rare and dense alone, One only virtue would

there be in all Or more or less diffused, or equally.

Virtues diverse must be perforce the fruits Of formal principles; and

these, save one, Of course would by thy reasoning be destroyed.

Besides, if rarity were of this dimness The cause thou askest, either

through and through This planet thus attenuate were of matter,

Or else, as in a body is apportioned The fat and lean, so in like manner

this Would in its volume interchange the leaves.

Were it the former, in the sun's eclipse It would be manifest by the

shining through Of light, as through aught tenuous interfused.

This is not so; hence we must scan the other, And if it chance the other

I demolish, Then falsified will thy opinion be.

But if this rarity go not through and through, There needs must be a

limit, beyond which Its contrary prevents the further passing,

And thence the foreign radiance is reflected, Even as a colour cometh

back from glass, The which behind itself concealeth lead.

Now thou wilt say the sunbeam shows itself More dimly there than in

the other parts, By being there reflected farther back.

From this reply experiment will free thee If e'er thou try it, which is

wont to be The fountain to the rivers of your arts.

Three mirrors shalt thou take, and two remove Alike from thee, the

other more remote Between the former two shall meet thine eyes.

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Turned towards these, cause that behind thy back Be placed a light,

illuming the three mirrors And coming back to thee by all reflected.

Though in its quantity be not so ample The image most remote, there

shalt thou see How it perforce is equally resplendent.

Now, as beneath the touches of warm rays Naked the subject of the

snow remains Both of its former colour and its cold,

Thee thus remaining in thy intellect, Will I inform with such a living

light, That it shall tremble in its aspect to thee.

Within the heaven of the divine repose Revolves a body, in whose

virtue lies The being of whatever it contains.

The following heaven, that has so many eyes, Divides this being by

essences diverse, Distinguished from it, and by it contained.

The other spheres, by various differences, All the distinctions which

they have within them Dispose unto their ends and their effects.

Thus do these organs of the world proceed, As thou perceivest now,

from grade to grade; Since from above they take, and act beneath.

Observe me well, how through this place I come Unto the truth thou

wishest, that hereafter Thou mayst alone know how to keep the ford

The power and motion of the holy spheres, As from the artisan the

hammer's craft, Forth from the blessed motors must proceed.

The heaven, which lights so manifold make fair, From the Intelligence

profound, which turns it, The image takes, and makes of it a seal.

And even as the soul within your dust Through members different and

accommodated To faculties diverse expands itself,

So likewise this Intelligence diffuses Its virtue multiplied among the

stars. Itself revolving on its unity.

Virtue diverse doth a diverse alloyage Make with the precious body

that it quickens, In which, as life in you, it is combined.

From the glad nature whence it is derived, The mingled virtue through

the body shines, Even as gladness through the living pupil.

From this proceeds whate'er from light to light Appeareth different, not

from dense and rare: This is the formal principle that produces,

According to its goodness, dark and bright."

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Paradiso: Canto III

That Sun, which erst with love my bosom warmed, Of beauteous

truth had unto me discovered, By proving and reproving, the sweet aspect.

And, that I might confess myself convinced And confident, so far as

was befitting, I lifted more erect my head to speak.

But there appeared a vision, which withdrew me So close to it, in order

to be seen, That my confession I remembered not.

Such as through polished and transparent glass, Or waters crystalline

and undisturbed, But not so deep as that their bed be lost,

Come back again the outlines of our faces So feeble, that a pearl on

forehead white Comes not less speedily unto our eyes;

Such saw I many faces prompt to speak, So that I ran in error opposite

To that which kindled love 'twixt man and fountain.

As soon as I became aware of them, Esteeming them as mirrored

semblances, To see of whom they were, mine eyes I turned,

And nothing saw, and once more turned them forward Direct into the

light of my sweet Guide, Who smiling kindled in her holy eyes.

"Marvel thou not," she said to me, "because I smile at this thy puerile

conceit, Since on the truth it trusts not yet its foot,

But turns thee, as 'tis wont, on emptiness. True substances are these

which thou beholdest, Here relegate for breaking of some vow.

Therefore speak with them, listen and believe; For the true light, which

giveth peace to them, Permits them not to turn from it their feet."

And I unto the shade that seemed most wishful To speak directed me,

and I began, As one whom too great eagerness bewilders:

"O well-created spirit, who in the rays Of life eternal dost the

sweetness taste Which being untasted ne'er is comprehended,

Grateful 'twill be to me, if thou content me Both with thy name and

with your destiny." Whereat she promptly and with laughing eyes:

"Our charity doth never shut the doors Against a just desire, except as

one Who wills that all her court be like herself.

I was a virgin sister in the world; And if thy mind doth contemplate me

well, The being more fair will not conceal me from thee,

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But thou shalt recognise I am Piccarda, Who, stationed here among

these other blessed, Myself am blessed in the slowest sphere.

All our affections, that alone inflamed Are in the pleasure of the Holy

Ghost, Rejoice at being of his order formed;

And this allotment, which appears so low, Therefore is given us,

because our vows Have been neglected and in some part void."

Whence I to her: "In your miraculous aspects There shines I know not

what of the divine, Which doth transform you from our first conceptions.

Therefore I was not swift in my remembrance; But what thou tellest

me now aids me so, That the refiguring is easier to me.

But tell me, ye who in this place are happy, Are you desirous of a

higher place, To see more or to make yourselves more friends?"

First with those other shades she smiled a little; Thereafter answered

me so full of gladness, She seemed to burn in the first fire of love:

"Brother, our will is quieted by virtue Of charity, that makes us wish

alone For what we have, nor gives us thirst for more.

If to be more exalted we aspired, Discordant would our aspirations be

Unto the will of Him who here secludes us;

Which thou shalt see finds no place in these circles, If being in charity

is needful here, And if thou lookest well into its nature;

Nay, 'tis essential to this blest existence To keep itself within the will

divine, Whereby our very wishes are made one;

So that, as we are station above station Throughout this realm, to all

the realm 'tis pleasing, As to the King, who makes his will our will.

And his will is our peace; this is the sea To which is moving onward

whatsoever It doth create, and all that nature makes."

Then it was clear to me how everywhere In heaven is Paradise,

although the grace Of good supreme there rain not in one measure.

But as it comes to pass, if one food sates, And for another still remains

the longing, We ask for this, and that decline with thanks,

E'en thus did I; with gesture and with word, To learn from her what

was the web wherein She did not ply the shuttle to the end.

"A perfect life and merit high in-heaven A lady o'er us," said she, "by

whose rule Down in your world they vest and veil themselves,

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That until death they may both watch and sleep Beside that Spouse

who every vow accepts Which charity conformeth to his pleasure.

To follow her, in girlhood from the world I fled, and in her habit shut

myself, And pledged me to the pathway of her sect.

Then men accustomed unto evil more Than unto good, from the sweet

cloister tore me; God knows what afterward my life became.

This other splendour, which to thee reveals Itself on my right side, and

is enkindled With all the illumination of our sphere,

What of myself I say applies to her; A nun was she, and likewise from

her head Was ta'en the shadow of the sacred wimple.

But when she too was to the world returned Against her wishes and

against good usage, Of the heart's veil she never was divested.

Of great Costanza this is the effulgence, Who from the second wind of

Suabia Brought forth the third and latest puissance."

Thus unto me she spake, and then began "Ave Maria" singing, and in

singing Vanished, as through deep water something heavy.

My sight, that followed her as long a time As it was possible, when it

had lost her Turned round unto the mark of more desire,

And wholly unto Beatrice reverted; But she such lightnings flashed

into mine eyes, That at the first my sight endured it not;

And this in questioning more backward made me.

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