Carnal Lovers, Francesca
So I descended from the first circle
Into the second, encompassing less space
But sharper pain which spurs the wailing on.
There Minos stands, hideous and growling,
5 Examining the sins of each newcomer:
With coiling tail he judges and dispatches.
I mean that, when the ill-begotten spirit
Comes before him, that soul confesses all
And then this master-mind of sinfulness
10 Sees what place in hell has been assigned:
The times he winds his tail around himself
Reveal the level to which the soul is sent.
Always in front of him a new mob stands.
Each, taking a turn, proceeds to judgment:
15 Each owns up, listens, and is pitched below.
"You who approach this dwelling-place of pain,"
Cried Minos when he laid his eyes on me —
Forsaking the performance of his office —
"Watch out how you enter and whom you trust!
20 Do not let the wide-open gateway fool you!"
My guide said to him, "Why do you cry out?
"Do not obstruct his own predestined way:
This deed has so been willed where One can do
Whatever He wills — and ask no more questions."
25 Now the notes of suffering begin
To reach my hearing; now I am arrived
At where the widespread wailing hammers me.
I come to a place where all light is muted,
Which rumbles like the sea beneath a storm
30 When waves are buffeted by warring squalls.
The windblast out of hell, forever restless,
Thrusts the spirits onward with its force,
Swirling and mauling and harassing them.
When they alight upon this scene of wreckage,
35 Screams, reproaches, and bemoanings rise
As souls call down their curses on God's power.
I learned that to this unending torment
Have been condemned the sinners of the flesh,
Those who surrender reason to self-will.
40 And as the starlings are lifted on their wings
In icy weather to wide and serried flocks,
So does the gale lift up the wicked spirits,
Flinging them here and there and down and up:
No hope whatever can ever comfort them,
45 Neither of rest nor of less punishment.
And as the cranes fly over, chanting lays,
Forming one long line across the sky,
So I saw come, uttering their cries,
Shades wafted onward by these winds of strife,
50 To make me ask him, "Master, who are those
People whom the blackened air so punishes?"
"The first among those souls whose chronicle
You want to know," he then replied to me,
"Was empress over lands of many tongues.
55 "Her appetite for lust became so flagrant
That she made lewdness licit with her laws
To free her from the blame her vice incurred.
"She is Semiramis, whose story reads
That, as his wife, she succeeded Ninus,
60 Controlling the country now ruled by the sultan.
"The other, Dido, killed herself for love
And broke faith with the ashes of Sychaeus;
Next comes the lust-enamored Cleopatra.
"See Helen, for whom many years of woe
65 Rolled on, and see the great Achilles
Who in his final battle came to love.
"See Paris, Tristan" — and then of a thousand
Shades, he pointed out and named for me
All those whom love had cut off from our life.
70 After I had listened to my instructor
Name the knights and ladies of the past,
Pity gripped me, and I lost my bearing.
I began, "Poet, I would most willingly
Address those two who pass together there
75 And appear to be so light upon the wind,"
And he told me, "You will see when they draw
Closer to us that, if you petition them
By the love that propels them, they will come."
As soon as the gust curved them near to us,
80 I raised my voice to them, "O wind-worn souls,
Come speak to us if it is not forbidden."
Just as the doves when homing instinct calls them
To their sweet nest, on steadily lifted wings
Glide through the air, guided by their longing,
85 So those souls left the covey where Dido lies,
Moving toward us through the malignant air,
So strong was the loving-kindness in my cry.
"O mortal man, gracious and tenderhearted,
Who through the somber air come to visit
90 The two of us who stained the earth with blood,
"If the King of the universe were our friend,
We would then pray to him to bring you peace,
Since you show pity for our wretched plight.
"Whatever you please to hear and speak about
95 We will hear and speak about with you
While the wind, as it is now, is silent.
"The country of my birth lies on that coast
Where the river Po with its tributaries
Flows downhill to its place of final rest.
100 "Love which takes quick hold in a gentle heart
Seized this man for the beauty of the body
Snatched from me — how it happened galls me!
"Love which pardons no one loved from loving
Seized me so strongly with my pleasure in him
105 That, as you see, it still does not leave me.
"Love led the two of us to a single death:
Caina awaits him who snuffed out our lives."
These were the words conveyed from them to us.
When I had heard those grief-stricken souls,
110 I bowed my head and held it bowed down low
Until the poet asked, "What are you thinking?"
When I replied, I ventured, "O misery,
How many the sweet thoughts, how much yearning
Has led these two to this heartbroken pass!"
115 Then I turned round again to speak to them,
And I began, "Francesca, your sufferings
Move my heart to tears of grief and pity.
"But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs,
By what signs did love grant to you the favor
120 Of recognizing your mistrustful longings?"
And she told me, "Nothing is more painful
Than to recall the time of happiness
In wretchedness: this truth your teacher knows.
"If, however, to learn the initial root
125 Of our own love is now your deep desire,
I will speak here as one who weeps in speaking.
"One day for our own pleasure we were reading
Of Lancelot and how love pinioned him.
We were alone and innocent of suspicion.
130 "Several times that reading forced our eyes
To meet and took the color from our faces.
But one solitary moment conquered us.
"When we read there of how the longed-for smile
Was being kissed by that heroic lover,
135 This man, who never shall be severed from me,
"Trembling all over, kissed me on the mouth.
That book — and its author — was a pander!
In it that day we did no further reading."
While the one spirit spoke these words, the other
140 Wept so sadly that pity swept over me
And I fainted as if face to face with death,
And I fell just as a dead body falls.
