第 48 节
作者:辛苦      更新:2021-02-20 05:04      字数:9322
  The air is filled with some unknown perfume;
  The congregation of the dead make room
  For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine;
  Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine;
  The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb。
  From the confessionals I hear arise
  Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies;
  And lamentations from the crypts below
  And then a voice celestial that begins
  With the pathetic words; 〃Although your sins
  As scarlet be;〃 and ends with 〃as the snow。〃
  IV
  With snow…white veil; and garments as of flame;
  She stands before thee; who so long ago
  Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe
  From which thy song in all its splendors came;
  And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name;
  The ice about thy heart melts as the snow
  On mountain heights; and in swift overflow
  Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame。
  Thou makest full confession; and a gleam
  As of the dawn on some dark forest cast;
  Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase;
  Lethe and Eunoethe remembered dream
  And the forgotten sorrowbring at last
  That perfect pardon which is perfect peace。
  V
  I Lift mine eyes; and all the windows blaze
  With forms of saints and holy men who died;
  Here martyred and hereafter glorified;
  And the great Rose upon its leaves displays
  Christ's Triumph; and the angelic roundelays;
  With splendor upon splendor multiplied;
  And Beatrice again at Dante's side
  No more rebukes; but smiles her words of praise。
  And then the organ sounds; and unseen choirs
  Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love
  And benedictions of the Holy Ghost;
  And the melodious bells among the spires
  O'er all the house…tops and through heaven above
  Proclaim the elevation of the Host!
  VI
  O star of morning and of liberty!
  O bringer of the light; whose splendor shines
  Above the darkness of the Apennines;
  Forerunner of the day that is to be!
  The voices of the city and the sea;
  The voices of the mountains and the pines;
  Repeat thy song; till the familiar lines
  Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!
  Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights;
  Through all the nations; and a sound is heard;
  As of a mighty wind; and men devout;
  Strangers of Rome; and the new proselytes;
  In their own language hear thy wondrous word;
  And many are amazed and many doubt。
  End
  The Divine Comedy
  translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  PURGATORIO
  Purgatorio: Canto I
  To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
  The little vessel of my genius now;
  That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
  And of that second kingdom will I sing
  Wherein the human spirit doth purge itself;
  And to ascend to heaven becometh worthy。
  But let dead Poesy here rise again;
  O holy Muses; since that I am yours;
  And here Calliope somewhat ascend;
  My song accompanying with that sound;
  Of which the miserable magpies felt
  The blow so great; that they despaired of pardon。
  Sweet colour of the oriental sapphire;
  That was upgathered in the cloudless aspect
  Of the pure air; as far as the first circle;
  Unto mine eyes did recommence delight
  Soon as I issued forth from the dead air;
  Which had with sadness filled mine eyes and breast。
  The beauteous planet; that to love incites;
  Was making all the orient to laugh;
  Veiling the Fishes that were in her escort。
  To the right hand I turned; and fixed my mind
  Upon the other pole; and saw four stars
  Ne'er seen before save by the primal people。
  Rejoicing in their flamelets seemed the heaven。
  O thou septentrional and widowed site;
  Because thou art deprived of seeing these!
  When from regarding them I had withdrawn;
  Turning a little to the other pole;
  There where the Wain had disappeared already;
  I saw beside me an old man alone;
  Worthy of so much reverence in his look;
  That more owes not to father any son。
  A long beard and with white hair intermingled
  He wore; in semblance like unto the tresses;
  Of which a double list fell on his breast。
  The rays of the four consecrated stars
  Did so adorn his countenance with light;
  That him I saw as were the sun before him。
  〃Who are you? ye who; counter the blind river;
  Have fled away from the eternal prison?〃
  Moving those venerable plumes; he said:
  〃Who guided you? or who has been your lamp
  In issuing forth out of the night profound;
  That ever black makes the infernal valley?
  The laws of the abyss; are they thus broken?
  Or is there changed in heaven some council new;
  That being damned ye come unto my crags?〃
  Then did my Leader lay his grasp upon me;
  And with his words; and with his hands and signs;
  Reverent he made in me my knees and brow;
  Then answered him: 〃I came not of myself;
  A Lady from Heaven descended; at whose prayers
  I aided this one with my company。
  But since it is thy will more be unfolded
  Of our condition; how it truly is;
  Mine cannot be that this should be denied thee。
  This one has never his last evening seen;
  But by his folly was so near to it
  That very little time was there to turn。
  As I have said; I unto him was sent
  To rescue him; and other way was none
  Than this to which I have myself betaken。
  I've shown him all the people of perdition;
  And now those spirits I intend to show
  Who purge themselves beneath thy guardianship。
  How I have brought him would be long to tell thee。
  Virtue descendeth from on high that aids me
  To lead him to behold thee and to hear thee。
  Now may it please thee to vouchsafe his coming;
  He seeketh Liberty; which is so dear;
  As knoweth he who life for her refuses。
  Thou know'st it; since; for her; to thee not bitter
  Was death in Utica; where thou didst leave
  The vesture; that will shine so; the great day。
  By us the eternal edicts are not broken;
  Since this one lives; and Minos binds not me;
  But of that circle I; where are the chaste
  Eyes of thy Marcia; who in looks still prays thee;
  O holy breast; to hold her as thine own;
  For her love; then; incline thyself to us。
  Permit us through thy sevenfold realm to go;
  I will take back this grace from thee to her;
  If to be mentioned there below thou deignest。〃
  〃Marcia so pleasing was unto mine eyes
  While I was on the other side;〃 then said he;
  〃That every grace she wished of me I granted;
  Now that she dwells beyond the evil river;
  She can no longer move me; by that law
  Which; when I issued forth from there; was made。
  But if a Lady of Heaven do move and rule thee;
  As thou dost say; no flattery is needful;
  Let it suffice thee that for her thou ask me。
  Go; then; and see thou gird this one about
  With a smooth rush; and that thou wash his face;
  So that thou cleanse away all stain therefrom;
  For 'twere not fitting that the eye o'ercast
  By any mist should go before the first
  Angel; who is of those of Paradise。
  This little island round about its base
  Below there; yonder; where the billow beats it;
  Doth rushes bear upon its washy ooze;
  No other plant that putteth forth the leaf;
  Or that doth indurate; can there have life;
  Because it yieldeth not unto the shocks。
  Thereafter be not this way your return;
  The sun; which now is rising; will direct you
  To take the mount by easier ascent。〃
  With this he vanished; and I raised me up
  Without a word; and wholly drew myself
  Unto my Guide; and turned mine eyes to him。
  And he began: 〃Son; follow thou my steps;
  Let us turn back; for on this side declines
  The plain unto its lower boundaries。〃
  The dawn was vanquishing the matin hour
  Which fled before it; so that from afar
  I recognised the trembling of the sea。
  Along the solitary plain we went
  As one who unto the lost road returns;
  And till he finds it seems to go in vain。
  As soon as we were come to where the dew
  Fights with the sun; and; being in a part
  Where shadow falls; little evaporates;
  Both of his hands upon the grass outspread
  In gentle manner did my Master place;
  Whence I; who of his action was aware;
  Extended unto him my tearful cheeks;
  There did he make in me uncovered wholly
  That hue which Hell had covered up in me。
  Then came we down upon the desert shore
  Which never yet saw navigate its waters
  Any that afterward had known return。
  There he begirt me as the other pleased;
  O marvellous! for even as he culled
  The humble plant; such it sprang up again
  Suddenly there where he uprooted it。
  Purgatorio: Canto II
  Already had the sun the horizon reached
  Whose circle of meridian covers o'er
  Jerusalem with its most lofty point;
  And night that opposite to him revolves
  Was issuing forth from Ganges with the Scales
  That fall from out her hand when she exceedeth;
  So that the white and the vermilion cheeks
  Of beautiful Aurora; where I was;
  By too great age were changing into orange。
  We still were on the border of the sea;
  Like people who are thinking of their road;
  Who go in heart and with the body stay;
  And lo! as when; upon the approach of morning;
  Through the gross vapours Mars grows fiery red
  Down in the West upon the