Paradiso: Canto XIVFrom centre unto rim, from rim to centre,In a round vase the water moves itself,As from without ’tis struck or from within.Into my mind upon a sudden droppedWhat I am saying, at the moment whenSilent became the glorious life of Thomas,Because of the resemblance that was bornOf his discourse and that of Beatrice,Whom, after him, it pleased thus to begin:“This man has need (and does not tell you so,Nor with the voice, nor even in his thought)Of going to the root of one truth more.Declare unto him if the light wherewithBlossoms your substance shall remain with youEternally the same that it is now;And if it do remain, say in what manner,After ye are again made visible,It can be that it injure not your sight.”As by a greater gladness urged and drawnThey who are dancing in a ring sometimesUplift their voices and their motions quicken;So, at that orison devout and prompt,The holy circles a new joy displayedIn their revolving and their wondrous song.Whoso lamenteth him that here we dieThat we may live above, has never thereSeen the refreshment of the eternal rain.The One and Two and Three who ever liveth,And reigneth ever in Three and Two and One,Not circumscribed and all things circumscribing,Three several times was chanted by each oneAmong those spirits, with such melodyThat for all merit it were just reward;And, in the lustre most divine of allThe lesser ring, I heard a modest voice,Such as perhaps the Angel’s was to Mary,Answer: “As long as the festivityOf Paradise shall be, so long our loveShall radiate round about us such a vesture.Its brightness is proportioned to the ardour,The ardour to the vision; and the visionEquals what grace it has above its worth.When, glorious and sanctified, our fleshIs reassumed, then shall our persons beMore pleasing by their being all complete;For will increase whate’er bestows on usOf light gratuitous the Good Supreme,Light which enables us to look on Him;Therefore the vision must perforce increase,Increase the ardour which from that is kindled,Increase the radiance which from this proceeds.But even as a coal that sends forth flame,And by its vivid whiteness overpowers itSo that its own appearance it maintains,Thus the effulgence that surrounds us nowShall be o’erpowered in aspect by the flesh,Which still to-day the earth doth cover up;Nor can so great a splendour weary us,For strong will be the organs of the bodyTo everything which hath the power to please us.”So sudden and alert appeared to meBoth one and the other choir to say Amen,That well they showed desire for their dead bodies;Nor sole for them perhaps, but for the mothers,The fathers, and the rest who had been dearOr ever they became eternal flames.And lo! all round about of equal brightnessArose a lustre over what was there,Like an horizon that is clearing up.And as at rise of early eve beginAlong the welkin new appearances,So that the sight seems real and unreal,It seemed to me that new subsistencesBegan there to be seen, and make a circleOutside the other two circumferences.O very sparkling of the Holy Spirit,How sudden and incandescent it becameUnto mine eyes, that vanquished bore it not!But Beatrice so beautiful and smilingAppeared to me, that with the other sightsThat followed not my memory I must leave her.Then to uplift themselves mine eyes resumedThe power, and I beheld myself translatedTo higher salvation with my Lady only.Well was I ware that I was more upliftedBy the enkindled smiling of the star,That seemed to me more ruddy than its wont.With all my heart, and in that dialectWhich is the same in all, such holocaustTo God I made as the new grace beseemed;And not yet from my bosom was exhaustedThe ardour of sacrifice, before I knewThis offering was accepted and auspicious;For with so great a lustre and so redSplendours appeared to me in twofold rays,I said: “O Helios who dost so adorn them!”Even as distinct with less and greater lightsGlimmers between the two poles of the worldThe Galaxy that maketh wise men doubt,Thus constellated in the depths of Mars,Those rays described the venerable signThat quadrants joining in a circle make.Here doth my memory overcome my genius;For on that cross as levin gleamed forth Christ,So that I cannot find ensample worthy;But he who takes his cross and follows ChristAgain will pardon me what I omit,Seeing in that aurora lighten Christ.From horn to horn, and ’twixt the top and base,Lights were in motion, brightly scintillatingAs they together met and passed each other;Thus level and aslant and swift and slowWe here behold, renewing still the sight,The particles of bodies long and short,Across the sunbeam move, wherewith is listedSometimes the shade, which for their own defencePeople with cunning and with art contrive.And as a lute and harp, accordant strungWith many strings, a dulcet tinkling makeTo him by whom the notes are not distinguished,So from the lights that there to me appearedUpgathered through the cross a melody,Which rapt me, not distinguishing the hymn.Well was I ware it was of lofty laud,Because there came to me, “Arise and conquer!”As unto him who hears and comprehends not.So much enamoured I became therewith,That until then there was not anythingThat e’er had fettered me with such sweet bonds.Perhaps my word appears somewhat too bold,Postponing the delight of those fair eyes,Into which gazing my desire has rest;But who bethinks him that the living sealsOf every beauty grow in power ascending,And that I there had not turned round to those,Can me excuse, if I myself accuseTo excuse myself, and see that I speak truly:For here the holy joy is not disclosed,Because ascending it becomes more pure.
From centre unto rim, from rim to centre,In a round vase the water moves itself,As from without ’tis struck or from within.
Into my mind upon a sudden droppedWhat I am saying, at the moment whenSilent became the glorious life of Thomas,
Because of the resemblance that was bornOf his discourse and that of Beatrice,Whom, after him, it pleased thus to begin:
“This man has need (and does not tell you so,Nor with the voice, nor even in his thought)Of going to the root of one truth more.
Declare unto him if the light wherewithBlossoms your substance shall remain with youEternally the same that it is now;
And if it do remain, say in what manner,After ye are again made visible,It can be that it injure not your sight.”
As by a greater gladness urged and drawnThey who are dancing in a ring sometimesUplift their voices and their motions quicken;
So, at that orison devout and prompt,The holy circles a new joy displayedIn their revolving and their wondrous song.
Whoso lamenteth him that here we dieThat we may live above, has never thereSeen the refreshment of the eternal rain.
The One and Two and Three who ever liveth,And reigneth ever in Three and Two and One,Not circumscribed and all things circumscribing,
Three several times was chanted by each oneAmong those spirits, with such melodyThat for all merit it were just reward;
And, in the lustre most divine of allThe lesser ring, I heard a modest voice,Such as perhaps the Angel’s was to Mary,
Answer: “As long as the festivityOf Paradise shall be, so long our loveShall radiate round about us such a vesture.
Its brightness is proportioned to the ardour,The ardour to the vision; and the visionEquals what grace it has above its worth.
When, glorious and sanctified, our fleshIs reassumed, then shall our persons beMore pleasing by their being all complete;
For will increase whate’er bestows on usOf light gratuitous the Good Supreme,Light which enables us to look on Him;
Therefore the vision must perforce increase,Increase the ardour which from that is kindled,Increase the radiance which from this proceeds.
But even as a coal that sends forth flame,And by its vivid whiteness overpowers itSo that its own appearance it maintains,
Thus the effulgence that surrounds us nowShall be o’erpowered in aspect by the flesh,Which still to-day the earth doth cover up;
Nor can so great a splendour weary us,For strong will be the organs of the bodyTo everything which hath the power to please us.”
So sudden and alert appeared to meBoth one and the other choir to say Amen,That well they showed desire for their dead bodies;
Nor sole for them perhaps, but for the mothers,The fathers, and the rest who had been dearOr ever they became eternal flames.
And lo! all round about of equal brightnessArose a lustre over what was there,Like an horizon that is clearing up.
And as at rise of early eve beginAlong the welkin new appearances,So that the sight seems real and unreal,
It seemed to me that new subsistencesBegan there to be seen, and make a circleOutside the other two circumferences.
O very sparkling of the Holy Spirit,How sudden and incandescent it becameUnto mine eyes, that vanquished bore it not!
But Beatrice so beautiful and smilingAppeared to me, that with the other sightsThat followed not my memory I must leave her.
Then to uplift themselves mine eyes resumedThe power, and I beheld myself translatedTo higher salvation with my Lady only.
Well was I ware that I was more upliftedBy the enkindled smiling of the star,That seemed to me more ruddy than its wont.
With all my heart, and in that dialectWhich is the same in all, such holocaustTo God I made as the new grace beseemed;
And not yet from my bosom was exhaustedThe ardour of sacrifice, before I knewThis offering was accepted and auspicious;
For with so great a lustre and so redSplendours appeared to me in twofold rays,I said: “O Helios who dost so adorn them!”
Even as distinct with less and greater lightsGlimmers between the two poles of the worldThe Galaxy that maketh wise men doubt,
Thus constellated in the depths of Mars,Those rays described the venerable signThat quadrants joining in a circle make.
Here doth my memory overcome my genius;For on that cross as levin gleamed forth Christ,So that I cannot find ensample worthy;
But he who takes his cross and follows ChristAgain will pardon me what I omit,Seeing in that aurora lighten Christ.
From horn to horn, and ’twixt the top and base,Lights were in motion, brightly scintillatingAs they together met and passed each other;
Thus level and aslant and swift and slowWe here behold, renewing still the sight,The particles of bodies long and short,
Across the sunbeam move, wherewith is listedSometimes the shade, which for their own defencePeople with cunning and with art contrive.
And as a lute and harp, accordant strungWith many strings, a dulcet tinkling makeTo him by whom the notes are not distinguished,
So from the lights that there to me appearedUpgathered through the cross a melody,Which rapt me, not distinguishing the hymn.
Well was I ware it was of lofty laud,Because there came to me, “Arise and conquer!”As unto him who hears and comprehends not.
So much enamoured I became therewith,That until then there was not anythingThat e’er had fettered me with such sweet bonds.
Perhaps my word appears somewhat too bold,Postponing the delight of those fair eyes,Into which gazing my desire has rest;
But who bethinks him that the living sealsOf every beauty grow in power ascending,And that I there had not turned round to those,
Can me excuse, if I myself accuseTo excuse myself, and see that I speak truly:For here the holy joy is not disclosed,
Because ascending it becomes more pure.