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PARADISO VIII

               
To its own cost, there was a time the world believed   

               
that the fair Cyprian beamed rays of maddened love,   

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revolving in the wheel of the third epicycle,   

               
so that the ancient peoples in their ancient error   

               
not only did her honor

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with sacrifice and votive cry

               
but honored Dïone, and Cupid too,   

               
one as her mother, the other as her son,

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and told how once he sat in Dido’s lap.   

               
And from her with whom I here begin they took   

               
the name of the star that is wooed by the sun,

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now at her nape, now at her brow.   

               
I had not been aware of rising to that star,   

               
but was assured of being in it

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when I observed my lady turn more beautiful.

               
And, as one sees a spark within a flame   

               
or hears, within a song, a second voice,   

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holding its note while the other comes and goes,

               
so I saw within that light still other lights,   

               
swifter and slower in their circling motions,   

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it seemed in measure to their inner sight.

               
Winds racing down from a cold cloud,

               
in their swift motion, whether visible or not,   

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would seem impeded, slow,

               
to one who had seen these heavenly lights

               
come toward us, pausing in the dance   

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begun among the lofty Seraphim.

               
And from among the closest that appeared

               
rang out
Hosanna
so that ever since   

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I have not been without the wish to hear it.

               
Then one, alone, drew nearer and began:   

               
‘All of us desire to bring you pleasure

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so that you may in turn delight in us.

               
‘In one orbit we revolve with these celestial princes—   

   

               
in one circle, with one circling, and with a single thirst—

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to whom, from the world, you addressed these words:

               
‘ “You who, by understanding, move the third heaven.”

               
We are filled with love but, to give you pleasure,   

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a little respite will be no less sweet to us.’   

               
After I had raised my reverent eyes   

               
to my lady and she had made them glad

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and made them sure of her consent,

               
I turned them back to the light that had made

               
such a promise, and ‘Oh, who are you?’   

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I asked, my voice expressing great affection.   

               
I watched the light grow larger   

               
and more luminescent as I spoke

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with new joy added to its joys!

               
Thus changed, it said to me: ‘The world kept me   

               
but a little while below, and, had that time been longer,

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much evil that shall be would not have been.

               
‘It is my happiness that hides me from you,   

               
as it enfolds and hides me in its shining rays,

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like the creature that is sheathed in its own silk.

               
‘You loved me well, and with good reason.   

               
Had I remained below, to you I would have shown

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much more than the mere fronds of my affection.

               
‘The left bank that is moistened by the Rhone   

               
once it mingles waters with the Sorgue

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awaited me as sovereign at a time to come,

               
‘as did Ausonia’s horn, from where it borders Bari,

               
Gaeta, and Catona, to the place

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where the Tronto and the Verde flow into the sea.

               
‘On my brow already shone the crown   

               
of the country furrowed by the Danube

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once it leaves behind its German banks.

               
‘And fair Trinacria, overcast and murky   

               
between Pachynus and Pelorus,   

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above the bay most vexed by the Sirocco,

               
‘darkened not by Typhon but by rising sulphur—   

               
would still have waited for its kings,

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born through me of Charles and Rudolph,

               
‘had not bad governance, which ever grieves the hearts

               
of subject peoples, impelled Palermo

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to cry out, “Kill them, kill!”   

               
‘And if my brother but foresaw this   

               
he would shun the greedy poverty of Catalonia

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so that it not afflict him.

               
‘For truly there is need that he or someone else   

               
should look to it, lest on his overloaded bark

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be laid a load of even greater weight.

               
‘His stingy nature, though he came from worthy stock,   

               
would require officials who do not set their hearts   

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on filling up their coffers.’

               
‘Since I sense that the deep joy   

               
your words have filled me with, my lord,

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is seen by you as clearly as it’s seen by me

               
‘there where every good begins and ends,

               
my joy is greater. And I also hold it dear

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that you discern this as you gaze on God.

               
‘You have made me glad, now bring me light,   

               
for, listening to your words, I am confused:

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How from sweet seed may come a bitter fruit?’

               
Thus I to him, and he: ‘If I can prove a truth to you,   

               
then you will have before your eyes

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an answer to the question on which you turn your back.

               
‘The Good, which revolves and gladdens   

   

               
all the realm you now are climbing,

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puts its plan to work through these great bodies.

               
‘Not only are the natures of the souls foreseen   

               
within the Mind that in Itself is perfect,

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but, along with their natures, their well-being,

               
‘and thus whatsoever this bow shoots   

               
falls predisposed to a determined end,

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as a shaft directed to its target.

               
‘Were this not so, the heavens you traverse   

               
would engender such effects

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as would not seem crafted but chaotic,

               
‘and such cannot be, unless the intellects that impel   

               
the spheres here were defective and defective, too,

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the primal Intellect, for failing to perfect them.

               
‘Would you like to have this truth made clearer?’   

               
And I: ‘No, for I understand it cannot be

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that nature should weary in her necessary chores.’

               
And he continued: ‘Now tell me, would it be worse   

               
for man on earth if he were not a social being?’

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‘Yes,’ I agreed, ‘and here I ask no proof.’

               
‘And can he be such if men down there on earth   

               
live not in different ways for different tasks?

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Not if your master is correct in this.’

               
Thus he brought his thesis to its point   

               
and then concluded, ‘The roots of your activities,   

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therefore, are necessarily diverse:

               
‘Thus one is born Solon and another Xerxes,

               
one Melchizedek, another one the man

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who flew up through the air and lost his son.

               
‘Circling nature, which sets its seal   

   

               
on mortal wax, plies its craft with skill,

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but does not distinguish one house from another.

               
‘Thus it happens that Esau differs even in the seed   

               
from Jacob, and Quirinus is born

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of so rude a father he is ascribed to Mars.

               
‘Nature, once begotten, would always follow   

               
a course like that of its begetters

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if Divine Providence did not intervene.

               
‘Now what was behind you is before you.   

               
But that you may know how much it is you please me,

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I want you to wear this corollary as your cloak.   

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