From section 42 of this book.
Outside the sphere that extends to the widest space.
Now, the sigh from my heart is soaring above:
Sad love produces a new feeling.
Guide it to the road where no one has traveled.
When it reaches the end, it stays,
It saw a lady, and the brilliance moved around her.
To show respect; Until, with its brilliance,
The pilgrim's soul stared in shame.
It saw her like this when it told me this.
What it saw, I don't understand,
It has such a subtle and beautiful speech.
However, I know its voice is in my mind.
It often reminds me of Beatrice:
So I understand, ladies. Mine.