Inferno. Данте Алигьери

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      As he who listens to some great deceit

      That has been done to him, and then resents it,

      Such became Phlegyas, in his gathered wrath.

      My Guide descended down into the boat,

      And then he made me enter after him,

      And only when I entered seemed it laden.

      Soon as the Guide and I were in the boat,

      The antique prow goes on its way, dividing

      More of the water than ’tis wont with others.

      While we were running through the dead canal,

      Uprose in front of me one full of mire,

      And said, “Who ’rt thou that comest ere the hour?”

      And I to him: “Although I come, I stay not;

      But who art thou that hast become so squalid?”

      “Thou seest that I am one who weeps,” he answered.

      And I to him: “With weeping and with wailing,

      Thou spirit maledict, do thou remain;

      For thee I know, though thou art all defiled.”

      Then stretched he both his hands unto the boat;

      Whereat my wary Master thrust him back,

      Saying, “Away there with the other dogs!”

      Thereafter with his arms he clasped my neck;

      He kissed my face, and said: “Disdainful soul,

      Blessed be she who bore thee in her bosom.

      That was an arrogant person in the world;

      Goodness is none, that decks his memory;

      So likewise here his shade is furious.

      How many are esteemed great kings up there,

      Who here shall be like unto swine in mire,

      Leaving behind them horrible dispraises!”

      And I: “My Master, much should I be pleased,

      If I could see him soused into this broth,

      Before we issue forth out of the lake.”

      And he to me: “Ere unto thee the shore

      Reveal itself, thou shalt be satisfied;

      Such a desire ’tis meet thou shouldst enjoy.”

      A little after that, I saw such havoc

      Made of him by the people of the mire,

      That still I praise and thank my God for it.

      They all were shouting, “At Philippo Argenti!”

      And that exasperate spirit Florentine

      Turned round upon himself with his own teeth.

      We left him there, and more of him I tell not;

      But on mine ears there smote a lamentation,

      Whence forward I intent unbar mine eyes.

      And the good Master said: “Even now, my Son,

      The city draweth near whose name is Dis,

      With the grave citizens, with the great throng.”

      And I: “Its mosques already, Master, clearly

      Within there in the valley

      I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire

      They were.” And he to me: “The fire eternal

      That kindles them within makes them look red,

      As thou beholdest in this nether Hell.”

      Then we arrived within the moats profound,

      That circumvallate that disconsolate city;

      The walls appeared to me to be of iron.

      Not without making first a circuit wide,

      We came unto a place where loud the pilot

      Cried out to us, “Debark, here is the entrance.”

      More than a thousand at the gates I saw

      Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily

      Were saying, “Who is this that without death

      Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?”

      And my sagacious Master made a sign

      Of wishing secretly to speak with them.

      A little then they quelled their great disdain,

      And said: “Come thou alone, and he begone

      Who has so boldly entered these dominions.

      Let him return alone by his mad road;

      Try, if he can; for thou shalt here remain,

      Who hast escorted him through such dark regions.”

      Think, Reader, if I was discomforted

      At utterance of the accursed words;

      For never to return here I believed.

      “O my dear Guide, who more than seven times

      Hast rendered me security, and drawn me

      From imminent peril that before me stood,

      Do not desert me,” said I, “thus undone;

      And if the going farther be denied us,

      Let us retrace our steps together swiftly.”

      And that Lord, who had led me thitherward,

      Said unto me: “Fear not; because our passage

      None can take from us, it by Such is given.

      But here await me, and thy weary spirit

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