Purgatorio: Canto IV
Farther Ascent. Nature of the Mountain. The Negligent, who postponed Repentance till the last Hour. Belacqua.
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Quando per dilettanze o ver per doglie, che alcuna virtù nostra comprenda, lanima bene ad essa si raccoglie,
par cha nulla potenza più intenda;
E però, quando sode cosa o vede
chaltra potenza è quella che lascolta,10
Di ciò ebb io esperïenza vera,
lo sole, e io non mera accorto, quando
Maggiore aperta molte volte impruna
che non era la calla onde salìne
Vassi in Sanleo e discendesi in Noli,
dico con lale snelle e con le piume
Noi salavam per entro l sasso rotto,
Poi che noi fummo in su lorlo suppremo
Ed elli a me: «Nessun tuo passo caggia;
Lo sommo er alto che vincea la vista,40
Io era lasso, quando cominciai:
«Figliuol mio», disse, «infin quivi ti tira»,
Sì mi spronaron le parole sue,
A seder ci ponemmo ivi ambedui
Li occhi prima drizzai ai bassi liti;
Ben savvide il poeta chïo stava
Ond elli a me: «Se Castore e Poluce
tu vedresti il Zodïaco rubecchio
Come ciò sia, se l vuoi poter pensare,
sì, chamendue hanno un solo orizzòn70
vedrai come a costui convien che vada
«Certo, maestro mio,» diss io, «unquanco
che l mezzo cerchio del moto superno,
per la ragion che di, quinci si parte
Ma se a te piace, volontier saprei
Ed elli a me: «Questa montagna è tale,
Però, quand ella ti parrà soave
allor sarai al fin desto sentiero;
E com elli ebbe sua parola detta,
Al suon di lei ciascun di noi si torse,100
Là ci traemmo; e ivi eran persone
E un di lor, che mi sembiava lasso,
«O dolce segnor mio», diss io, «adocchia
Allor si volse a noi e puose mente,
Conobbi allor chi era, e quella angoscia
cha lui fu giunto, alzò la testa a pena,
Li atti suoi pigri e le corte parole
di te omai; ma dimmi: perché assiso
Ed elli: «O frate, andar in sù che porta?
Prima convien che tanto il ciel maggiri130
se orazïone in prima non maita
E già il poeta innanzi mi saliva, cuopre la notte già col piè Morrocco».
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Whenever by delight or else by pain, That seizes any faculty of ours, Wholly to that the soul collects itself,
It seemeth that no other power it heeds;
And hence, whenever aught is heard or seen
Because one faculty is that which listens,10
Of this I had experience positive
The sun, and I had not perceived it, when
A greater opening ofttimes hedges up
Than was the passage-way through which ascended
One climbs Sanleo and descends in Noli,
With the swift pinions and the plumes I say
We mounted upward through the rifted rock,
When we were come upon the upper rim
And he to me: "No step of thine descend;
The summit was so high it vanquished sight,40
Spent with fatigue was I, when I began:
"O son," he said, "up yonder drag thyself,"
These words of his so spurred me on, that I
Thereon ourselves we seated both of us
To the low shores mine eyes I first directed,
The Poet well perceived that I was wholly
Whereon he said to me: "If Castor and Pollux
Thou wouldst behold the zodiac's jagged wheel
How that may be wouldst thou have power to think,
So that they both one sole horizon have,70
Thou'lt see how of necessity must pass
"Truly, my Master," said I, "never yet
That the mid-circle of supernal motion,
For reason which thou sayest, departeth hence
But, if it pleaseth thee, I fain would learn
And he to me: "This mount is such, that ever
Therefore, when it shall seem so pleasant to thee,
Then at this pathway's ending thou wilt be;
And as he finished uttering these words,
At sound thereof each one of us turned round,100
Thither we drew; and there were persons there
And one of them, who seemed to me fatigued,
"O my sweet Lord," I said, "do turn thine eye
Then he turned round to us, and he gave heed,
Then knew I who he was; and the distress,
I came to him he hardly raised his head,
His sluggish attitude and his curt words
For thee henceforth; but tell me, wherefore seated
And he: "O brother, what's the use of climbing?
First heaven must needs so long revolve me round130
Unless, e'er that, some prayer may bring me aid
Meanwhile the Poet was before me mounting, Covers already with her foot Morocco."
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