CANTO XII

               No sooner had the blessed flame begun   

                       to speak its final word than the millstone   

                       of holy lights began to turn, but it

4             was not yet done with one full revolution

                       before another ring surrounded it,

                       and motion matched with motion, song with song

7             a song that, sung by those sweet instruments,   

                       surpasses so our Muses and our Sirens

                       as firstlight does the light that is reflected.

10           Just as, concentric, like in color, two   

                       rainbows will curve their way through a thin cloud

                       when Juno has commanded her handmaid,

13           the outer rainbow echoing the inner,

                       much like the voice of one—the wandering nymph—   

                       whom love consumed as sun consumes the mist

16           (and those two bows let people here foretell,   

                       by reason of the pact God made with Noah,

                       that flood will never strike the world again):

19           so the two garlands of those everlasting

                       roses circled around us, and so did

                       the outer circle mime the inner ring.

22           When dance and jubilation, festival

                       of song and flame that answered flame, of light

                       with light, of gladness and benevolence,

25           in one same instant, with one will, fell still

                       (just as the eyes, when moved by their desire,

                       can only close and open in accord),

28           then from the heart of one of the new lights

                       there came a voice, and as I turned toward it,

                       I seemed a needle turning to the polestar;

31           and it began: “The love that makes me fair

                       draws me to speak about the other leader   

                       because of whom my own was so praised here.

34           Where one is, it is right to introduce

                       the other: side by side, they fought, so may

                       they share in glory and together gleam.

37           Christ’s army, whose rearming cost so dearly,   

                       was slow, uncertain of itself, and scanty

                       behind its ensign, when the Emperor   

40           who rules forever helped his ranks in danger—   

                       only out of His grace and not their merits.

                       And, as was said, He then sustained His bride,   

43           providing her with two who could revive

                       a straggling people: champions who would

                       by doing and by preaching bring new life.

46           In that part of the West where gentle zephyr   

                       rises to open those new leaves in which

                       Europe appears reclothed, not far from where,

49           behind the waves that beat upon the coast,

                       the sun, grown weary from its lengthy course,

                       at times conceals itself from all men’s eyes

52           there, Calaroga, blessed by fortune, sits   

                       under the aegis of the mighty shield

                       on which the lion loses and prevails.

55           Within its walls was born the loving vassal   

                       of Christian faith, the holy athlete, one

                       kind to his own and harsh to enemies;

58           no sooner was his mind created than   

                       it was so full of living force that it,

                       still in his mother’s womb, made her prophetic.

61           Then, at the sacred font, where Faith and he   

                       brought mutual salvation as their dowry,

                       the rites of their espousal were complete.

64           The lady who had given the assent   

                       for him saw, in a dream, astonishing

                       fruit that would spring from him and from his heirs.

67           And that his name might echo what he was,   

                       a spirit moved from here to have him called

                       by the possessive of the One by whom

70           he was possessed completely. Dominic

                       became his name; I speak of him as one   

                       whom Christ chose as the worker in His garden.   

73           He seemed the fitting messenger and servant   

                       of Christ: the very first love that he showed

                       was for the first injunction Christ had given.

76           His nurse would often find him on the ground,

                       alert and silent, in a way that said:

                       ‘It is for this that I have come.’ Truly,

79           his father was Felice and his mother   

                       Giovanna if her name, interpreted,

                       is in accord with what has been asserted.

82           Not for the world, for which men now travail

                       along Taddeo’s way or Ostian’s,   

                       but through his love of the true manna, he   

85           became, in a brief time, so great a teacher

                       that he began to oversee the vineyard   

                       that withers when neglected by its keeper.

88           And from the seat that once was kinder to   

                       the righteous poor (and now has gone astray,

                       not in itself, but in its occupant),

91           he did not ask to offer two or three   

                       for six, nor for a vacant benefice,

                       nor decimas, quae sunt pauperum Dei

94           but pleaded for the right to fight against

                       the erring world, to serve the seed from which

                       there grew the four-and-twenty plants that ring you.

97           Then he, with both his learning and his zeal,   

                       and with his apostolic office, like

                       a torrent hurtled from a mountain source,

100         coursed, and his impetus, with greatest force,

                       struck where the thickets of the heretics

                       offered the most resistance. And from him

103         there sprang the streams with which the catholic   

                       garden has found abundant watering,

                       so that its saplings have more life, more green.

106         If such was one wheel of the chariot   

                       in which the Holy Church, in her defense,

                       taking the field, defeated enemies

109         within, then you must see the excellence

                       of him—the other wheel—whom Thomas praised

                       so graciously before I made my entry.

112         And yet the track traced by the outer rim   

                       of that wheel is abandoned now—as in

                       a cask of wine when crust gives way to mold.

115         His family, which once advanced with steps

                       that followed his footprints, has now turned back:

                       its forward foot now seeks the foot that lags.

118         And soon we are to see, at harvest time,   

                       the poor grain gathered, when the tares will be

                       denied a place within the bin—and weep.

121         I do admit that, if one were to search   

                       our volume leaf by leaf, he might still read

                       one page with, ‘I am as I always was’;

124         but those of Acquasparta or Casale

                       who read our Rule are either given to

                       escaping it or making it too strict.

127         I am the living light of Bonaventure   

                       of Bagnorea; in high offices

                       I always put the left-hand interests last.

130         Illuminato and Augustine are here;   

                       they were among the first unshod poor brothers

                       to wear the cord, becoming friends of God.

133         Hugh of St. Victor, too, is here with them;   

                       Peter of Spain, who, with his twelve books, glows   

                       on earth below; and Peter Book-Devourer,   

136         Nathan the prophet, Anselm, and Chrysostom   

                       the Metropolitan, and that Donatus   

                       who deigned to deal with that art which comes first.   

139         Rabanus, too, is here; and at my side   

                       shines the Calabrian Abbot Joachim,   

                       who had the gift of the prophetic spirit.

142         To this—my praise of such a paladin—   

                       the glowing courtesy and the discerning   

                       language of Thomas urged me on and stirred,

145         with me, the souls that form this company.”