Dante Alighieri - Inferno (Canto 5--Mandelbaum) lyrics

So I descended from the first enclosure down to the second circle, that which girdles less space but grief more great, that goads to weeping. There dreadful Minos stands, gnashing his teeth: examining the sins of those who enter, he judges and a**igns as his tail twines. the depth in Hell appropriate to it; as many times as Minos wraps his tail around himself, that marks the sinner's level. Always there is a crowd that stands before him: each soul in turn advances toward that judgment; they speak and hear, then they are cast below. Arresting his extraordinary task, Minos, as soon as he had seen me, said: "O you who reach this house of suffering, be careful how you enter, whom you trust; the gate is wide, but do not be deceived!" To which my guide replied: "But why protest? Do not attempt to block his fated path: our pa**age has been willed above, where One can do what He has willed; and ask no more." Now notes of desperation have begun to overtake my hearing; now I come where mighty lamentation beats against me. I reached a place where every light is muted, which bellows like the sea beneath a tempest, when it is battered by opposing winds. The hellish hurricane, which never rests, drives on the spirits with its violence: wheeling and pounding, it hara**es them. When they come up against the ruined slope, then there are cries and wailing and lament, and there they curse the force of the divine. I learned that those who undergo this torment are damned because they sinned within the flesh, subjecting reason to the rule of lust. And as, in the cold season, starlings' wings bear them along in broad and crowded ranks so does that blast bear on the guilty spirits: now here, now there, now down, now up, it drives them. There is no hope that ever comforts them- no hope for rest and none for lesser pain. And just as cranes in flight will chant their lays, arraying their long file across the air, so did the shades I saw approaching, borne by that a**ailing wind, lament and moan; so that I asked him: "Master, who are those who suffer punishment in this dark air?" "The first of those about whose history you want to know," my master then told me "once ruled as empress over many nations. Her vice of lust became so customary that she made license licit in her laws to free her from the scandal she had caused. She is Semiramis, of whom we read that she was Ninus' wife and his successor: she held the land the Sultan now commands. That other spirit k**ed herself for love, and she betrayed the ashes of Sychaeus; the wanton Cleopatra follows next. See Helen, for whose sake so many years of evil had to pa**; see great Achilles, who finally met love-in his last battle. See Paris, Tristan . . ."-and he pointed out and named to me more than a thousand shades departed from our life because of love. No sooner had I heard my teacher name the ancient ladies and the knights, than pity seized me, and I was like a man astray. My first words: "Poet, I should willingly speak with those two who go together there and seem so lightly carried by the wind." And he to me: "You'll see when they draw closer to us, and then you may appeal to them by that love which impels them. They will come." No sooner had the wind bent them toward us than I urged on my voice: "O battered souls if One does not forbid it, speak with us." Even as doves when summoned by desire, borne forward by their will, move through the air with wings uplifted, still, to their sweet nest, those spirits left the ranks where Dido suffers approaching us through the malignant air; so powerful had been my loving cry. "O living being, gracious and benign, who through the darkened air have come to visit our souls that stained the world with blood, if He who rules the universe were friend to us then we should pray to Him to give you peace for you have pitied our atrocious state. Whatever pleases you to hear and speak will please us, too, to hear and speak with you, now while the wind is silent, in this place. The land where I was born lies on that shore to which the Po together with the waters that follow it descends to final rest. Love, that can quickly seize the gentle heart, took hold of him because of the fair body taken from me-how that was done still wounds me. Love, that releases no beloved from loving, took hold of me so strongly through his beauty that, as you see, it has not left me yet. Love led the two of us unto one d**h. Caina waits for him who took our life." These words were borne across from them to us. When I had listened to those injured souls, I bent my head and held it low until the poet asked of me: "What are you thinking?" When I replied, my words began: "Alas, how many gentle thoughts, how deep a longing, had led them to the agonizing pa**!" Then I addressed my speech again to them, and I began: "Francesca, your afflictions move me to tears of sorrow and of pity. But tell me, in the time of gentle sighs, with what and in what way did Love allow you to recognize your still uncertain longings?" And she to me: "There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery-and this your teacher knows. Yet if you long so much to understand the first root of our love, then I shall tell my tale to you as one who weeps and speaks. One day, to pa** the time away, we read of Lancelot-how love had overcome him. We were alone, and we suspected nothing. And time and time again that reading led our eyes to meet, and made our faces pale, and yet one point alone defeated us. When we had read how the desired smile was kissed by one who was so true a lover, this one, who never shall be parted from me, while all his body trembled, kissed my mouth. A Gallehault indeed, that book and he who wrote it, too; that day we read no more." And while one spirit said these words to me, the other wept, so that-because of pity- I fainted, as if I had met my d**h. And then I fell as a dead body falls.