Данте Алигьери – The Divine Comedy / Божественная комедия (страница 48)

To turn the wheel of any land-built mill,

When nearest to the paddles it approaches,

As did my Master down along that border,

50 Bearing me with him on his breast away,

As his own son, and not as a companion.

Hardly the bed of the ravine below

His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill

Right over us; but he was not afraid;

55 For the high Providence, which had ordained

To place them ministers of the fifth moat,

The power of thence departing took from all.

A painted people there below we found,

Who went about with footsteps very slow,

60 Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished.

They had on mantles with the hoods low down

Before their eyes, and fashioned of the cut

That in Cologne they for the monks are made.

Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles;

65 But inwardly all leaden and so heavy

That Frederick used to put them on of straw.

O everlastingly fatiguing mantle!

Again we turned us, still to the left hand

Along with them, intent on their sad plaint;

70 But owing to the weight, that weary folk

Came on so tardily, that we were new

In company at each motion of the haunch.

Whence I unto my Leader: “See thou find

Some one who may by deed or name be known,

75 And thus in going move thine eye about.”

And one, who understood the Tuscan speech,

Cried to us from behind: “Stay ye your feet,

Ye, who so run athwart the dusky air!

Perhaps thou'lt have from me what thou demandest.”

80 Whereat the Leader turned him, and said: “Wait,

And then according to his pace proceed.”

I stopped, and two beheld I show great haste

Of spirit, in their faces, to be with me;

But the burden and the narrow way delayed them.

85 When they came up, long with an eye askance

They scanned me without uttering a word.

Then to each other turned, and said together:

“He by the action of his throat seems living;

And if they dead are, by what privilege

90 Go they uncovered by the heavy stole?”

Then said to me: “Tuscan, who to the college

Of miserable hypocrites art come,

Do not disdain to tell us who thou art.”

And I to them: “Born was I, and grew up

95 In the great town on the fair river of Arno,

And with the body am I've always had.

But who are ye, in whom there trickles down

Along your cheeks such grief as I behold?

And what pain is upon you, that so sparkles?”

100 And one replied to me: “These orange cloaks

Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights

Cause in this way their balances to creak.

Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese;

I Catalano, and he Loderingo

105 Named, and together taken by thy city,

As the wont is to take one man alone,

For maintenance of its peace; and we were such

That still it is apparent round Gardingo.”

“O Friars,” began I, “your iniquitous…”

110 But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed

One crucified with three stakes on the ground.