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 this against that error is which thinks     One soul above another kindles in us.

And hence, whenever aught is heard or seen     Which keeps the soul intently bent upon it,     Time passes on, and we perceive it not,

Because one faculty is that which listens,     And other that which the soul keeps entire;     This is as if in bonds, and that is free.

Of this I had experience positive     In hearing and in gazing at that spirit;     For fifty full degrees uprisen was

The sun, and I had not perceived it, when     We came to where those souls with one accord     Cried out unto us: “Here is what you ask.”

A greater opening ofttimes hedges up     With but a little forkful of his thorns     The villager, what time the grape imbrowns,

Than was the passage-way through which ascended     Only my Leader and myself behind him,     After that company departed from us.

One climbs Sanleo and descends in Noli,     And mounts the summit of Bismantova,     With feet alone; but here one needs must fly;

With the swift pinions and the plumes I say     Of great desire, conducted after him     Who gave me hope, and made a light for me.

We mounted upward through the rifted rock,     And on each side the border pressed upon us,     And feet and hands the ground beneath required.

When we were come upon the upper rim     Of the high bank, out on the open slope,     “My Master,” said I, “what way shall we take?”

And he to me: “No step of thine descend;     Still up the mount behind me win thy way,     Till some sage escort shall appear to us.”

The summit was so high it vanquished sight,     And the hillside precipitous far more     Than line from middle quadrant to the centre.

Spent with fatigue was I, when I began:     “O my sweet Father! turn thee and behold     How I remain alone, unless thou stay!”

“O son,” he said, “up yonder drag thyself,”     Pointing me to a terrace somewhat higher,     Which on that side encircles all the hill.

These words of his so spurred me on, that I     Strained every nerve, behind him scrambling up,     Until the circle was beneath my feet.

Thereon ourselves we seated both of us     Turned to the East, from which we had ascended,     For all men are delighted to look back.

To the low shores mine eyes I first directed,     Then to the sun uplifted them, and wondered     That on the left hand we were smitten by it.

The Poet well perceived that I was wholly     Bewildered at the chariot of the light,     Where ’twixt us and the Aquilon it entered.

Whereon he said to me: “If Castor and Pollux     Were in the company of yonder mirror,     That up and down conducteth with its light,

Thou wouldst behold the zodiac’s jagged wheel     Revolving still more near unto the Bears,     Unless it swerved aside from its old track.

How that may be wouldst thou have power to think,     Collected in thyself, imagine Zion     Together with this mount on earth to stand,

So that they both one sole horizon have,     And hemispheres diverse; whereby the road     Which Phaeton, alas! knew not to drive,

Thou’lt see how of necessity must pass     This on one side, when that upon the other,     If thine intelligence right clearly heed.”

“Truly, my Master,” said I, “never yet     Saw I so clearly as I now discern,     There where my wit appeared incompetent,

That the mid-circle of supernal motion,     Which in some art is the Equator called,     And aye remains between the Sun and Winter,

For reason which thou sayest, departeth hence     Tow’rds the Septentrion, what time the Hebrews     Beheld it tow’rds the region of the heat.

But, if it pleaseth thee, I fain would learn     How far we have to go; for the hill rises     Higher than eyes of mine have power to rise.”

And he to me: “This mount is such, that ever     At the beginning down below ’tis tiresome,     And aye the more one climbs, the less it hurts.

Therefore, when it shall seem so pleasant to thee,     That going up shall be to thee as easy     As going down the current in a boat,

Then at this pathway’s ending thou wilt be;     There to repose thy panting breath expect;     No more I answer; and this I know for true.”

And as he finished uttering these words,     A voice close by us sounded: “Peradventure     Thou wilt have need of sitting down ere that.”

At sound thereof each one of us turned round,     And saw upon the left hand a great rock,     Which neither I nor he before had noticed.

Thither we drew; and there were persons there     Who in the shadow stood behind the rock,     As one through indolence is wont to stand.

And one of them, who seemed to me fatigued,     Was sitting down, and both his knees embraced,     Holding his face low down between them bowed.

“O my sweet Lord,” I said, “do turn thine eye     On him who shows himself more negligent     Then even Sloth herself his sister were.”

Then he turned round to us, and he gave heed,     Just lifting up his eyes above his thigh,     And said: “Now go thou up, for thou art valiant.”

Then knew I who he was; and the distress,     That still a little did my breathing quicken,     My going to him hindered not; and after

I came to him he hardly raised his head,     Saying: “Hast thou seen clearly how the sun     O’er thy left shoulder drives his chariot?”

His sluggish attitude and his curt words     A little unto laughter moved my lips;     Then I began: “Belacqua, I grieve not

For thee henceforth; but tell me, wherefore seated     In this place art thou? Waitest thou an escort?     Or has thy usual habit seized upon thee?”

And he: “O brother, what’s the use of climbing?     Since to my torment would not let me go     The Angel of God, who sitteth at the gate.

First heaven must needs so long revolve me round     Outside thereof, as in my life it did,     Since the good sighs I to the end postponed,

Unless, e’er that, some prayer may bring me aid     Which rises from a heart that lives in grace;     What profit others that in heaven are heard not?”

Meanwhile the Poet was before me mounting,     And saying: “Come now; see the sun has touched     Meridian, and from the shore the night

Covers already with her foot Morocco.”