Love, that allows no loved one to be excused from loving, seized me so fiercely with desire for him, it still will not leave me, as you can see. Love led us to one death.
They have no hope of death, and their darkened life is so mean that they are envious of every other fate. Earth allows no mention of them to exist: mercy and justice reject them: let us not talk of them, but look and pass.
There is no greater sorrow Than to remember a happy time when you are In misery, and that, your Teacher knows.
Zoals bloempjes die door de vrieskou van de nacht gebogen en gesloten zijn, wanneer de zon haar stralen over hen uitgiet alle opengaan en zich oprichten op hun stengels, zo hief ik mij toen op uit mijn neerslachtigheid.
Thus into the sempiternal justice the sight conferred in your world penetrates only as far as the eye does into the sea, for though close to shore you may see the bottom, on the open sea you cannot, and nonetheless it is there, but hidden by being deep.
Esta suerte miserable tienen las tristes almas de aquellos que vivieron sin infamia y sin honor.
Amor condusse noi ad una morte.
Multa promittite, pauca servate de promissis.
Remember tonight for it’s the beginning of forever.
Se tu segui tua stella, non puoi fallire a glorioso porto.
The allegory is the soul of the poem, but like the soul within the body it does not show itself in independent existence.
Soy el que fui siempre.
Hell exists from within.
We all so willingly record our gains, until the hour that leads us into loss. Then every single thought is tears and sadness.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate’.
My sins and crimes were horrible to hear. God, though, unendingly is good. His arms enfold and grasp all those who turn to Him.
Turn back and seek the safety of the shore; tempt not the deep, lest, losing unawares me and yourselves, you come to port no more.
These innumerable seekers of safety first, and last, who take no risk either of suffering in a good cause or of scandal in a bad one, are here manifestly, nakedly, that which they were in life, the waste and rubbish of the universe, of no account to the world, unfit for Heaven and barely admitted to Hell. They have no need to die, for they ‘never were alive’.
Allegro mi sembrava Amor tenendo meo core in mano, e ne le braccia avea madonna involta in un drappo dormendo.
In that part of the young year when the sun begins to warm its locks beneath Aquarius and nights grow shorter...