Canto VII

English Edition, translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1   PAPE. Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!
2   Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began;
3   And that benignant Sage, who all things knew,
4   Said, to encourage me: Let not thy fear
5   Harm thee; for any power that he may have
6   Shall not prevent thy going down this crag
7   Then he turned round unto that bloated lip,
8   And said: Be silent, thou accursed wolf;
9   Consume within thyself with thine own rage.
10   Not causeless is this journey to the abyss;
11   Thus is it willed on high, where Michael wrought
12   Vengeance upon the proud adultery.
13   Even as the sails inflated by the wind
14   Involved together fall when snaps the mast,
15   So fell the cruel monster to the earth.
16   Thus we descended into the fourth chasm,
17   Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore
18   Which all the woe of the universe insacks.
19   Justice of God, ah ! who heaps up so many
20   New toils and sufferings as I beheld?
21   And why doth our transgression waste us so ?
22   As doth the billow there upon Charybdis,
23   That breaks itself on that which it encounters,
24   So here the folk must dance their roundelay.
25   Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many,
26   On one side and the other, with great howls,
27   Rolling weights forward by main force of chest.
28   They clashed together, and then at that point
29   Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde,
30   Crying,Why keepest? and,Why squanderest thou?
31   Thus they returned along the lurid circle
32   On either hand unto the opposite point,
33   Shouting their shameful metre evermore.
34   Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about
35   Through his half-circle to another joust;
36   And I, who had my heart pierced as it were,
37   Exclaimed: My Master, now declare to me
38   What people these are, and if all were clerks,
39   These shaven crowns upon the left of us.
40   And he to me: All of them were asquint
41   In intellect in the first life, so much
42   That there with measure they no spending made.
43   Clearly enough their voices bark it forth,
44   Whene’er they reach the two points of the circle,
45   Where sunders them the opposite defect.
46   Clerks those were who no hairy covering
47   Have on the head, and Popes and Cardinals,
48   In whom doth Avarice practise its excess.
49   And I: My Master, among such as these
50   I ought forsooth to recognise some few,
51   Who were infected with these maladies.
52   And he to me: Vain thought thou entertainest;
53   The undiscerning life which made them sordid
54   Now makes them unto all discernment dim.
55   Forever shall they come to these two buttings;
56   These from the sepulchre shall rise again
57   With the fist closed, and these with tresses shorn.
58   Il giving and ill keeping the fair world
59   Have ta’en from them, and placed them in this scuffle;
60   Whate’er it be, no words adorn I for it.
61   Now canst thou, Son, behold the transient farce
62   Of goods that are committed unto Fortune,
63   For which the human race each other buffet;
64   For all the gold that is beneath the moon,
65   Or ever has been, of these weary souls
66   Could never make a single one repose.
67   Master, I said to him, now tell me also
68   What is this Fortune which thou speakest of,
69   That has the world’s goods so within its clutches?
70   And he to me: O creatures imbecile,
71   What ignorance is this which doth beset you?
72   Now will I have thee learn my judgment of her.
73   He whose omniscience everything transcends
74   The heavens created, and gave who should guide them,
75   That every part to every part may shine,
76   Distributing the light in equal measure;
77   He in like manner to the mundane splendours
78   Ordained a general ministress and guide,
79   That she might change at times the empty treasures
80   From race to race, from one blood to another,
81   Beyond resistance of all human wisdom.
82   Therefore one people triumphs, and another
83   Languishes, in pursuance of her judgment,
84   Which hidden is, as in the grass a serpent.
85   Your knowledge has no counterstand against her;
86   She makes provision, judges, and pursues
87   Her governance, as theirs the other gods.
88   Her permutations have not any truce;
89   Necessity makes her precipitate,
90   So often cometh who his turn obtains.
91   And this is she who is so crucified
92   Even by those who ought to give her praise,
93   Giving her blame amiss, and bad repute.
94   But she is blissful, and she hears it not;
95   Among the other primal creatures gladsome
96   She turns her sphere, and blissful she rejoices.
97   Let us descend now unto greater woe;
98   Already sinks each star that was ascending
99   When I set out, and loitering is forbidden.
100   We crossed the circle to the other bank,
101   Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself
102   Along a gully that runs out of it.
103   The water was more sombre far than perse;
104   And we, in company with the dusky waves,
105   Made entrance downward by a path uncouth.
106   A marsh it makes, which has the name of Styx,
107   This tristful brooklet, when it has descended
108   Down to the foot of the malign gray shores.
109   And I, who stood intent upon beholding,
110   Saw people mudbesprent in that lagoon,
111   All of them naked and with angry look.
112   They smote each other not alone with hands,
113   But with the head and with the breast and feet,
114   Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth.
115   Said the good Master: Son, thou now beholdest
116   The souls of those whom anger overcame;
117   And likewise I would nave thee know for certain
118   Beneath the water people are who sigh
119   And make this water bubble at the surface,
120   As the eye tells thee wheresoe’er it turns.
121   Fixed in the mire they say,’We sullen were
122   In the sweet air, which by the sun is gladdened,
123   Bearing within ourselves the sluggish reek;
124   Now we are sullen in this sable mire.’
125   This hymn do they keep gurgling in their throats,
126   For with unbroken words they cannot say it.
127   Thus we went circling round the filthy fen
128   A great arc ‘twixt the dry bank and the swamp,
129   With eyes turned unto those who gorge the mire;
130   Unto the foot of a tower we came at last.