From the First Circle thus I downward went Into the Second, But greater woe compelling loud lament. Minos Examining of all who enter in; And, as he girds him, dooms them to their place. I say, each ill-starred spirit must begin On reaching him its guilt in full to tell; And he, omniscient as concerning sin, Sees to what circle it belongs in Hell; Then round him is his tail as often curled As he would have it stages deep to dwell. And evermore before him stand a world Of shades; and all in turn to judgment come, Confess and hear, and then are downward hurled. Of woe,’ when he beheld me Minos cried, Ceasing a while from utterance of doom, ‘Enter not rashly nor in all confide; By ease of entering be not led astray.’ ‘Why also ‘Seek not his course predestinate to stay; For thus ’tis willed Of what is willed. No further speech essay.’ And now by me are agonising wails Distinguished plain; now am I come outright Where grievous lamentation me assails. Now had I reached a place devoid of light, Raging as in a tempest howls the sea When with it winds, blown thwart each other, fight. The infernal storm is raging ceaselessly, Sweeping the shades along with it, and them It smites and whirls, nor lets them ever be. Arrived at the precipitous extreme, And even the Power Divine itself blaspheme. I understood Are doomed the sinners of the carnal kind, Who o’er their reason let their impulse reign. As starlings in the winter-time combined Float on the wing in crowded phalanx wide, So these bad spirits, driven by that wind, Float up and down and veer from side to side; Nor for their comfort any hope they spy Of rest, or even of suffering mollified. And as the cranes Pursue their flight while uttering their song, So I beheld approach with wailing cry Shades lifted onward by that whirlwind strong. ‘Master, what folk are these,’ ‘Who by the murky air are whipped along? ‘Of whom thou wouldst a wider knowledge win, O’er many tongues and peoples, empire swayed. So ruined was she by licentious sin That she decreed lust should be uncontrolled, To ease the shame that she herself was in. She is Semiramis, of whom ’tis told She followed Ninus, and his wife had been. Hers were the realms now by the Sultan ruled. The next Unto SichÆus’ dust did faithless show: Then lustful Cleopatra.’ Next was seen Helen, for whom so many years in woe Ran out; and I the great Achilles knew, Who at the last Paris I saw and Tristram. A thousand shades and more, he one by one Pointed and named, whom love from life withdrew. And after I had heard my Teacher run O’er many a dame of yore and many a knight, I, lost in pity, was wellnigh undone. Then I: ‘O Poet, if I only might Speak with the two that as companions hie, And on the wind appear to be so light!’ Them shalt thou mark, and by the love shalt pray Which leads them onward, and they will comply.’ Soon as the wind bends them to where we stay I lift my voice: ‘O wearied souls and worn! Come speak with us if none Then even as doves, |