While on the brink thus one before the other We went upon our way, oft the good Master Said: "Take thou heed! suffice it that I warn thee."
On the right shoulder smote me now the sun, That, raying out, already the whole west Changed from its azure aspect into white.
And with my shadow did I make the flame Appear more red; and even to such a sign Shades saw I many, as they went, give heed.
This was the cause that gave them a beginning To speak of me; and to themselves began they To say: "That seems not a factitious body!"
Then towards me, as far as they could come, Came certain of them, always with regard Not to step forth where they would not be burned.
"O thou who goest, not from being slower But reverent perhaps, behind the others, Answer me, who in thirst and fire am burning.
Nor to me only is thine answer needful;
For all of these have greater thirst for it Than for cold water Ethiop or Indian.
Tell us how is it that thou makest thyself A wall unto the sun, as if thou hadst not Entered as yet into the net of death."
Thus one of them addressed me, and I straight Should have revealed myself, were I not bent On other novelty that then appeared.
For through the middle of the burning road There came a people face to face with these, Which held me in suspense with gazing at them.
There see I hastening upon either side Each of the shades, and kissing one another Without a pause, content with brief salute.
Thus in the middle of their brown battalions Muzzle to muzzle one ant meets another Perchance to spy their journey or their fortune.
No sooner is the friendly greeting ended, Or ever the first footstep passes onward, Each one endeavours to outcry the other;
The new-come people: "Sodom and Gomorrah!"
The rest: "Into the cow Pasiphae enters, So that the bull unto her lust may run!"
Then as the cranes, that to Riphaean mountains Might fly in part, and part towards the sands, These of the frost, those of the sun avoidant, One folk is going, and the other coming, And weeping they return to their first songs, And to the cry that most befitteth them;
And close to me approached, even as before, The very same who had entreated me, Attent to listen in their countenance.
I, who their inclination twice had seen, Began: "O souls secure in the possession, Whene'er it may be, of a state of peace, Neither unripe nor ripened have remained My members upon earth, but here are with me With their own blood and their articulations.
I go up here to be no longer blind;
A Lady is above, who wins this grace, Whereby the mortal through your world I bring.
But as your greatest longing satisfied May soon become, so that the Heaven may house you Which full of love is, and most amply spreads, Tell me, that I again in books may write it, Who are you, and what is that multitude Which goes upon its way behind your backs?"
Not otherwise with wonder is bewildered The mountaineer, and staring round is dumb, When rough and rustic to the town he goes, Than every shade became in its appearance;
But when they of their stupor were disburdened, Which in high hearts is quickly quieted, "Blessed be thou, who of our border-lands,"
He recommenced who first had questioned us, "Experience freightest for a better life.
