"The flag of the king of hell is marching towards us;"
My teacher said, "So if you can see him clearly,
You should lift your eyes and look forward. "
It's like floating in a dense fog,
Or the night covers our hemisphere.
At this time, there seems to be a windmill blowing gusts in the distance.
I think what I see at the moment is such a huge machine turning;
Because of the strong wind, I curled up behind my tutor;
Because there is no other cave to shelter from the wind.
I was there then, and I can still feel the pleasure of writing what I saw in poetry.
All the ghosts there are covered with ice,
They are as transparent as straw in glass,
Someone is lying down; Someone stood upright,
This foot is down and that foot is upside down;
Others bow like a bow and bend their faces to their heels.
Luzifiro
We've come a long way,
At this time, the tutor is willing to point it out to me.
This creature that once had a beautiful face,
He came up to me and told me to stop.
Said, "This is Edith, and this is."
You must be brave. "
Readers, please don't ask:
How cold and weak I am,
I won't write now, because any words will be meaningless.
At that time, I was not dead, nor was I still alive;
If you have a little wisdom, you might as well think it over yourself today.
Think about what I became at that time; Dead or alive.
The emperor of the kingdom of pain
Expose half a chest from an icy lake;
Compare me to a giant,
Compare the giant with his arm:
Now you can see the whole body.
How huge it is and how symmetrical it is to have such a part.
Because it used to be so beautiful, as ugly as it is today,
How dare he be proud of his creator,
All the pain in the world should come from him.
Ah, I see three faces on his head.
How spectacular it is for me!
A face is in front, and it is bright red;
The other two faces are connected with this face,
Born above the center of each shoulder,
And then extend to the place with crested hair:
The right face seems white and yellow;
The left face looks like the waves of the Nile.
People in the diarrhea area have the same skin color.
There are two big wings sticking out from under each face.
It is exactly the same size as a bird of the same size;
I have never seen a sail as big as that wing.
Wings have no feathers, but they are like bat wings;
These wings kept flapping,
Fan out three winds from him:
As a result, the whole Lake Kochish was frozen into ice.
All six eyes are in tears, and along three chins,
What dripped down was tears and blood-red saliva.
Every mouth is chewing a sinner,
Like a beater crushing hemp stalks,
This makes three sinners very painful.
For the people in front, chewing is not torture,
Torture is scratched with claws,
Sometimes, the skin on the back of a sinner will be completely peeled off.
Judah, Brutu and cassius.
The teacher said, "The ghost above suffered the most.
Judas Iscariot,
His head is in his mouth, his legs are outside his mouth, kicking around.
The other two are upside down,
The one with black hair on his lips is Brutu:
Look at how he twisted his body and said nothing.
The other is cassius, who still looks so strong.
Get out of Lucy filo's body
However, the night came again,
We must leave here now, because we have seen all the scenes. "
I pandered to his wishes and hugged his neck tightly;
He also arranged the time and place,
When the wings are spread to a considerable extent,
He grabbed the hairy ribs.
Then between the thick hair and the cold ice,
Grab a hair and climb down.
We came to the place where the thigh turned,
Just in the protruding part of the hip,
At this time, the tutor was exhausted and panting.
He hung his head to the side where his legs were,
Grab your hair and climb up like a person,
I thought he would go back to hell.
The teacher was panting like an exhausted man.
He said, "Hold me tight,
Because you must leave this evil place along this ladder. "
Then he climbed out of a rock hole.
Put me down and let me sit by the hole;
He immediately took a quick step and walked towards me.
I raised my eyes and thought I saw Lucifer.
Will be exactly the same as when I left him;
Then I saw him, but his legs;
Ignorant people can think about it.
Did I panic,
Because they don't understand where I passed.
The teacher said, "stand up quickly:
The road is still long, and the journey is still very difficult.
Besides, the sun has risen to half of the third meridian. "
The place we went to was not a spacious and bright hall.
But a natural cave,
The ground is uneven and the light is dim.
Virgil's explanation of the universe
At this moment, I stand up straight and say:
"My teacher, before I leave hell,
Please give me some explanations to clarify my doubts:
Where is Hu Bing now?
How can this guy stand upside down?
How did the sun go from night to dawn in such a short time? "
So he said to me, "Do you still think?"
You are on the other side of the earth's center,
I once climbed there by grabbing the hair of the evil maggot that penetrated the world.
When I climbed down, you were right there;
When I turned around,
The place you pass attracts all aspects of weight to one place.
You are now under this hemisphere,
It is just opposite to another hemisphere covered by a large area of dry land.
Below the top of the other hemisphere,
Born without original sin, the innocent one was destroyed;
Now you are stepping on a small ball,
On the other side is the Judas ring.
It's morning here and night there;
This man once asked me to use him as a ladder,
He is still standing as before.
The cover is here, he fell from the sky;
Land once appeared here,
Afraid of him, I covered myself with seawater.
Come to our hemisphere. Maybe,
In order to avoid him, the land is exposed on this side
I left the clearing here and ran up again. "
Re-landing
There is a place far away from Beelzebub, the ghost king.
The tomb extends all the way here,
So this place was discovered not by hearing, but by sound.
The sound came from a stream,
It poured down from a hole in the rock and flowed here.
The hole was corroded by the winding and slightly inclined channel through which the stream flowed.
My mentor and I embarked on this dark road.
Start to return to the bright world,
We can't rest,
He's in front, I'm in the back, and we climb together.
Until I passed through a round hole,
Seeing something beautiful in the sky,
So we walked out of here and saw the stars again.
The last song of purgatory, the cry of the goddess
The seven goddesses began to sing: "God, your land has been conquered by people who believe in other gods."
They take turns to sing poems softly, sometimes three people sing together, sometimes four people sing together.
While crying;
Beatrice is listening to their songs.
Become so sighing and compassionate,
Maria's face changed before the cross, but only slightly exceeded her expression.
However, because several other saints gave her a chance to speak,
So she stood up and replied:
She frowned and blushed like fire:
"Wait a minute, you won't see me;
My dear sister, but after a while,
You saw me again. "
She immediately let the seven goddesses walk in front of her,
Just a wink, let me and this lady,
And the wise man who still stays behind her.
Beatrice's prophecies and instructions.
That's how she walked forward;
I don't think she has taken the tenth step,
Just stare at my eyes with your eyes;
Then she said to me calmly, "Come on,
So, if I talk to you,
It's also convenient for you to listen to me clearly. "
I just walked up to her as I should,
She said to me, "Brother, now that you are with me,
Why are you afraid to ask me questions? "
Just like some people in front of the boss,
Speak with too much respect,
You can't even make a clear sound to your teeth.
I'm in this situation now,
I began to big concave, voice is half pharynx and vomit:
"Madam, you know my needs and how to meet them."
So she said to me, "I wish you a bright future."
Can break free from the shackles of fear and shame,
No longer tell like a dream person.
You should know the container that the snake destroyed.
Once existed, now no longer exists;
However, anyone who commits this crime should believe that God's revenge is not afraid of soup.
A flying eagle that left its feathers on a trolley.
The cart was turned into a monster and then into prey.
There will never be an eternal successor;
I really look confident, so I want to say it, too.
Some stars have got rid of all the fetters and obstacles,
They are about to create an era for us:
In this era, a "5 15", the messenger of God,
Will kill the thief and join her
A criminal giant.
Maybe my narrative is obscure,
Like Simms and the Sphinx, it's hard to convince you,
Because this kind of narrative, like them, blurs your intelligence.
However, once the fact becomes the goddess Nayadis,
Will solve this mysterious puzzle,
It won't hurt grain or sheep.
You should remember; Now that I have said these words,
You should still show the world:
Life is just a race to death.
When you write these words, you must remember,
Don't hide the scene of the tree you see;
It has been stolen here twice.
Whoever stole it or tore it up,
Is actually a blasphemy against god,
Because God created it only for his own purpose of using it.
It is because of eating its fruit that the first soul.
With pain and longing, I have been looking forward to it for more than five thousand years.
Only then did I hope to come to the man who redeemed the crime of eating fruit with his own punishment.
If the evaluation cannot be made for special reasons,
Seeing that it is so prominent that the treetops are upside down,
Then, it must be your gift to be in a coma.
If those flashy ideas are not like the rivers of elsa,
Surround your mind and numb it,
The complacency of those ideas,
Nor defiled mulberry trees like Pyramus,
In these many cases alone,
You can also, according to the moral significance,
Understand god's justice from this tree's ban.
But, because I found that your intelligence is made of stone,
Pollution and stubbornness,
That the light of my words dazzles you,
After all, I hope you will keep these words in mind.
If it's not written in your head, at least understate it.
This is also because pilgrims want to bring their walking sticks wrapped around palm branches back to earth. "
So I said, "Now my heart is branded by you,
The fire stamp covered the wax,
Then the printed handwriting will never change.
But why am I so eager to hear your words,
Flying so high, out of my sight?
The more you can't catch up, the more you have to work hard. "
She said, "This is to let you know what you are studying.
Let me show you: its theory.
How can you understand me?
It also tell you that your path is far from God's path,
It's like accelerating rotation at the highest point.
Our celestial body is so far away from the earth. "
So I answered her, "I don't remember,
I was separated from you once,
My conscience doesn't resent it. "
She smiled and replied, "If you can't remember this clearly,
Now is the time to remember:
Today, you drank the water from the Wright River.
If smoke can cause fire,
Then, this forgetting also clearly proves that,
You absolved him of the crime he committed in lust.
But from now on, my words will be naked,
It is for these words to be revealed,
Open your shallow vision. "
Dante to Onoi River
The more dazzling sun, at a slower speed,
Come to the meridian circle, here and there,
Meridian circle is constantly changing according to various aspects.
At this moment, seven ladies stopped.
Just like a person walking in front of everyone as an escort,
Once you find novelty or signs of novelty, stop,
They stood on the edge of the faint shadow,
The shadow of a tree is like the Alps through green leaves and black vines.
The shadow cast on the cold current at the foot of the mountain is general.
I seem to see that in front of them,
The Euphrates and Tigris rivers gurgled out of springs,
Almost like a pair of friends, reluctant to part ways.
"Oh, light, oh, the glory of mankind,
What river is this? It comes from a source here,
But they left in two. "
Since there is such a requirement, she said to me:
"I'll let Mathilde tell you."
Beauty answers like a person who shirks his fault:
"This and other things,
I have explained it to him; I am convinced that:
The water of the Wright River won't hide it from him. "
Beatrice added: "Maybe this is a bigger problem.
Will impair memory,
This made him confused about what he saw.
But look at the Xiao Ye River rolling out over there:
You should take him to the river as usual,
Paralyzed him. His ability has recovered. "
Just as a noble soul does not use excuses to avoid responsibility,
But take other people's wishes as your own,
Once the wishes of others are revealed;
So is that beautiful lady,
After self-love gave me a hand, I immediately started to act.
She also said gracefully to Stachys, "Go with him."
Dante was cleared of his sins.
Readers, if I had more space to write,
I will definitely sing some praises about drinking sweet river water.
And this river, no matter how much I drink, will not make me tired;
However, because it was used to write the second poem,
All the newspapers are full,
The limitations of art do not allow me to continue writing.
I came back from the most sacred water wave,
Regenerate like some new trees,
Those trees have sprouted new leaves,
I'm pure in body and mind, and I'm going to heaven to see the stars.
St Benado's last prayer in heaven.
"You are a virgin and mother, and you are your son's daughter.
You are the most humble and noble, surpassing other creations.
You are the fixed ultimate limit of eternal will,
You once made mankind so noble,
This makes the creator of mankind
He doesn't hate making himself his own creation.
In your belly, burning with love,
It relies on the heat of love,
This flower is in bud in this eternal peace.
Here, you are the torch of the sun, igniting our kindness,
Below, among mortals,
You are the source of their positive hope.
Holy mother, you are so great and omnipotent,
Who wants to get grace without asking you for help,
His desire is equal to flying without wings.
Your kindness is not limited to saving those who pray,
How many times,
It automatically precedes prayer.
You have compassion, you have compassion,
You are tolerant, you gather.
Everything is rewarded.
Now, this man has gone from the lowest point in the universe.
All the way here,
He once saw all the spiritual life in his eyes,
He prayed for your kindness and gave him enough strength.
So he can look up with his eyes,
Look up to the highest place, look up to the final happiness.
I'm my own audience,
I have never been so enthusiastic about him as I am now.
I offer all my prayers to you now-
I also pray that these prayers are not too light,
I hope you can answer his questions at your request.
All the mists of his life,
Only in this way can the greatest happiness be displayed before his eyes.
I pray to you, too, Queen-
You can do whatever you want,
I hope you can maintain his healthy feelings after completing such an important audience.
May your guardian overcome the human impulse:
Please have a look: Beatrice and how many blessed people?
I put my hands together with you and pray for me! "
Those joyful eyes respected by God.
The prayer of gaze shows us:
How popular those pious prayers are with her;
Eyes immediately turned to A Ring of Endless Light,
There should be no creation.
I once sent such a clear vision into that glory.
The Encounter
I just did what I should do at the moment,
Near the end of all desires,
The eagerness in my heart has also reached its peak.
Benado smiled at me and motioned for me:
Let me look up;
However, I have done it myself as he wished;
Because my vision has become unusually clear,
It goes deeper and deeper into the light emitted by the noble light,
And this noble light itself is truth.
After that, what I saw was beyond the expressive force of my proverb.
Words can't keep up with eyesight,
Memory can't keep up with the indescribable miracle.
Just as a person sees things in his sleep,
After waking up, the excitement is still in my heart.
Others will not return to their thoughts,
That's what I am, because almost everything I see has disappeared.
Only the sweet feeling I saw in my dream,
Still flowing in my heart.
This is how snow melts in the sun;
So is Sibila's epigram,
Lost in the leaves scattered by the wind.
Oh, supreme light, you are so beyond the mortal mind,
Please put what you have shown, even a little,
Send it back to my mind,
Make my tongue strong enough,
It can even bring a spark to your glory,
Pass it on to the future world;
Because once some scenes come back to my memory,
Once there is a little echo in these poems,
People will certainly understand your victory more.
Although I was stimulated by that bright light,
I believe that if I keep my eyes away from it,
I will be in a daze
And I still remember that it was for this reason,
I have more courage to bear the strong light,
This combines my eyesight with infinite strength.
Oh, vast grace, I dare to rely on it.
Look at that A Ring of Endless Light,
Until I run out of sight in it!
I saw from the depths of it,
What's torn in the universe,
In it, it is connected by love;
Some entities, contingency and their relationship,
It is in this way that it almost seems to blend together.
I'm just talking about a simple light.
I believe that what I saw at that time was the cosmic form of this bond.
Because when I say this,
I think I'm having more fun.
It was just a moment, but it was like narcolepsy to me.
The lethargy of this moment is even more unconscious than the memory of the feat before the 25 th century.
It was this feat that made Nai Tunus stare at Argo's shadow.
That's my mind, absorbed,
I stared, motionless, intently,
The heart burns more and more with the flame eager to watch.
In this light, unexpectedly become such a person:
He will never allow himself to turn back.
Leave the light and look at other objects;
Because good, as the object of desire, is completely concentrated in this light.
All the perfect things in it,
Beyond that light, it will become defective.
Now, my words will be shorter,
Even if it's just about describing how great I am,
Even though I am not as good as a baby, he still licks his tongue on his nipple.
Trinity and incarnation
This is not because of the bright light I saw.
There are not only simple images,
It has always been like this;
But my eyesight, while watching, has been increasing.
Because of this, while I am changing myself,
A simple appearance, in my opinion, has changed shape.
In the deep and bright nature of the noble light,
It seems to me that there are three holes,
The three apertures have three colors and one size;
One seems to be the reflection of another, just like a rainbow reflects another rainbow.
The third hole is as red as fire,
It comes from here and there, and it burns fiercely.
Oh, how incompetent my words are and how weak my thinking is!
Compare this with what I have witnessed,
Even if it is "insignificant", it is still far from enough.
Oh, A Ring of Endless Light, only you exist,
Only you can understand yourself,
You are understood by yourself, and you understand yourself,
You love yourself and smile at yourself!
That aperture seems to be pregnant with you,
Like reflected light,
I studied it carefully,
I think the color itself is dyed,
It is exactly the same color as our image;
Therefore, I put all my eyes on it.
Close the game
Like a geometer doing his best,
To measure this circle,
He tried his best, but he couldn't find the principle he needed.
This is also the case when I am facing the novel scene at the moment:
I want to see clearly: how did that figure get into that hole,
How to put yourself in it;
However, my own wings can do nothing about it:
Unless my heart is struck by lightning,
Only at this moment can my long-cherished wish come true.
Speaking of which, I am exhausted in using that kind of high imagination;
However, that love has diverted my desires and desires.
As if the wheels were pushed evenly,
It is this love that drives the sun and other stars.