Canto XII

by Dante

　　Abreast, like oxen going in a yoke,

　　   I with that heavy-laden soul went on,

　　   As long as the sweet pedagogue permitted;

　　But when he said, "Leave him, and onward pass,

　　   For here 'tis good that with the sail and oars,

　　   As much as may be, each push on his barque;"

　　Upright, as walking wills it, I redressed

　　   My person, notwithstanding that my thoughts

　　   Remained within me downcast and abashed.

　　I had moved on, and followed willingly

　　   The footsteps of my Master, and we both

　　   Already showed how light of foot we were,

　　When unto me he said: "Cast down thine eyes;

　　   'Twere well for thee, to alleviate the way,

　　   To look upon the bed beneath thy feet."

　　As, that some memory may exist of them,

　　   Above the buried dead their tombs in earth

　　   Bear sculptured on them what they were before;

　　Whence often there we weep for them afresh,

　　   From pricking of remembrance, which alone

　　   To the compassionate doth set its spur;

　　So saw I there, but of a better semblance

　　   In point of artifice, with figures covered

　　   Whate'er as pathway from the mount projects.

　　I saw that one who was created noble

　　   More than all other creatures, down from heaven

　　   Flaming with lightnings fall upon one side.

　　I saw Briareus smitten by the dart

　　   Celestial, lying on the other side,

　　   Heavy upon the earth by mortal frost.

　　I saw Thymbraeus, Pallas saw, and Mars,

　　   Still clad in armour round about their father,

　　   Gaze at the scattered members of the giants.

　　I saw, at foot of his great labour, Nimrod,

　　   As if bewildered, looking at the people

　　   Who had been proud with him in Sennaar.

　　O Niobe! with what afflicted eyes

　　   Thee I beheld upon the pathway traced,

　　   Between thy seven and seven children slain!

　　O Saul! how fallen upon thy proper sword

　　   Didst thou appear there lifeless in Gilboa,

　　   That felt thereafter neither rain nor dew!

　　O mad Arachne! so I thee beheld

　　   E'en then half spider, sad upon the shreds

　　   Of fabric wrought in evil hour for thee!

　　O Rehoboam! no more seems to threaten

　　   Thine image there; but full of consternation

　　   A chariot bears it off, when none pursues!

　　Displayed moreo'er the adamantine pavement

　　   How unto his own mother made Alcmaeon

　　   Costly appear the luckless ornament;

　　Displayed how his own sons did throw themselves

　　   Upon Sennacherib within the temple,

　　   And how, he being dead, they left him there;

　　Displayed the ruin and the cruel carnage

　　   That Tomyris wrought, when she to Cyrus said,

　　   "Blood didst thou thirst for, and with blood I glut thee!"

　　Displayed how routed fled the Assyrians

　　   After that Holofernes had been slain,

　　   And likewise the remainder of that slaughter.

　　I saw there Troy in ashes and in caverns;

　　   O Ilion! thee, how abject and debased,

　　   Displayed the image that is there discerned!

　　Whoe'er of pencil master was or stile,

　　   That could portray the shades and traits which there

　　   Would cause each subtile genius to admire?

　　Dead seemed the dead, the living seemed alive;

　　   Better than I saw not who saw the truth,

　　   All that I trod upon while bowed I went.

　　Now wax ye proud, and on with looks uplifted,

　　   Ye sons of Eve, and bow not down your faces

　　   So that ye may behold your evil ways!

　　More of the mount by us was now encompassed,

　　   And far more spent the circuit of the sun,

　　   Than had the mind preoccupied imagined,

　　When he, who ever watchful in advance

　　   Was going on, began: "Lift up thy head,

　　   'Tis no more time to go thus meditating.

　　Lo there an Angel who is making haste

　　   To come towards us; lo, returning is

　　   From service of the day the sixth handmaiden.

　　With reverence thine acts and looks adorn,

　　   So that he may delight to speed us upward;

　　   Think that this day will never dawn again."

　　I was familiar with his admonition

　　   Ever to lose no time; so on this theme

　　   He could not unto me speak covertly.

　　Towards us came the being beautiful

　　   Vested in white, and in his countenance

　　   Such as appears the tremulous morning star.

　　His arms he opened, and opened then his wings;

　　   "Come," said he, "near at hand here are the steps,

　　   And easy from henceforth is the ascent."

　　At this announcement few are they who come!

　　   O human creatures, born to soar aloft,

　　   Why fall ye thus before a little wind?

　　He led us on to where the rock was cleft;

　　   There smote upon my forehead with his wings,

　　   Then a safe passage promised unto me.

　　As on the right hand, to ascend the mount

　　   Where seated is the church that lordeth it

　　   O'er the well-guided, above Rubaconte,

　　The bold abruptness of the ascent is broken

　　   By stairways that were made there in the age

　　   When still were safe the ledger and the stave,

　　E'en thus attempered is the bank which falls

　　   Sheer downward from the second circle there;

　　   But on this, side and that the high rock graze.

　　As we were turning thitherward our persons,

　　   "Beati pauperes spiritu," voices

　　   Sang in such wise that speech could tell it not.

　　Ah me! how different are these entrances

　　   From the Infernal! for with anthems here

　　   One enters, and below with wild laments.

　　We now were hunting up the sacred stairs,

　　   And it appeared to me by far more easy

　　   Than on the plain it had appeared before.

　　Whence I: "My Master, say, what heavy thing

　　   Has been uplifted from me, so that hardly

　　   Aught of fatigue is felt by me in walking?"

　　He answered: "When the P's which have remained

　　   Still on thy face almost obliterate

　　   Shall wholly, as the first is, be erased,

　　Thy feet will be so vanquished by good will,

　　   That not alone they shall not feel fatigue,

　　   But urging up will be to them delight."

　　Then did I even as they do who are going

　　   With something on the head to them unknown,

　　   Unless the signs of others make them doubt,

　　Wherefore the hand to ascertain is helpful,

　　   And seeks and finds, and doth fulfill the office

　　   Which cannot be accomplished by the sight;

　　And with the fingers of the right hand spread

　　   I found but six the letters, that had carved

　　   Upon my temples he who bore the keys;

　　Upon beholding which my Leader smiled.