CANTO XIV

               From rim to center, center out to rim,   

                       so does the water move in a round vessel,

                       as it is struck without, or struck within.

4             What I am saying fell most suddenly

                       into my mind, as soon as Thomas’s

                       glorious living flame fell silent, since

7             between his speech and that of Beatrice,

                       a similarity was born. And she,

                       when he was done, was pleased to start with this:

10           “He does not tell you of it—not with speech   

                       nor in his thoughts as yet—but this man needs

                       to reach the root of still another truth.

13           Do tell him if that light with which your soul

                       blossoms will stay with you eternally

                       even as it is now; and if it stays,

16           do tell him how, when you are once again

                       made visible, it will be possible

                       for you to see such light and not be harmed.”

19           As dancers in a ring, when drawn and driven

                       by greater gladness, lift at times their voices

                       and dance their dance with more exuberance,

22           so, when they heard that prompt, devout request,

                       the blessed circles showed new joyousness

                       in wheeling dance and in amazing song.

25           Whoever weeps because on earth we die   

                       that we may live on high, has never seen

                       eternal showers that bring refreshment there.

28           That One and Two and Three who ever lives   

                       and ever reigns in Three and Two and One,

                       not circumscribed and circumscribing all,

31           was sung three times by each and all those souls

                       with such a melody that it would be

                       appropriate reward for every merit.

34           And I could hear within the smaller circle’s   

                       divinest light a modest voice (perhaps

                       much like the angel’s voice in speech to Mary)   

37           reply: “As long as the festivity   

                       of Paradise shall be, so long shall our

                       love radiate around us such a garment.

40           Its brightness takes its measure from our ardor,   

                       our ardor from our vision, which is measured

                       by what grace each receives beyond his merit.

43           When, glorified and sanctified, the flesh

                       is once again our dress, our persons shall,

                       in being all complete, please all the more;

46           therefore, whatever light gratuitous

                       the Highest Good gives us will be enhanced

                       the light that will allow us to see Him;

49           that light will cause our vision to increase,

                       the ardor vision kindles to increase,

                       the brightness born of ardor to increase.

52           Yet even as a coal engenders flame,

                       but with intenser glow outshines it, so

                       that in that flame the coal persists, it shows,

55           so will the brightness that envelops us

                       be then surpassed in visibility

                       by reborn flesh, which earth now covers up.

58           Nor will we tire when faced with such bright light,   

                       for then the body’s organs will have force

                       enough for all in which we can delight.”

61           One and the other choir seemed to me   

                       so quick and keen to say “Amen” that they

                       showed clearly how they longed for their dead bodies

64           not only for themselves, perhaps, but for

                       their mothers, fathers, and for others dear

                       to them before they were eternal flames.

67           And—look!—beyond the light already there,   

                       an added luster rose around those rings,

                       even as a horizon brightening.

70           And even as, at the approach of evening,

                       new lights begin to show along the sky,

                       so that the sight seems and does not seem real,

73           it seemed to me that I began to see

                       new spirits there, forming a ring beyond

                       the choirs with their two circumferences.

76           O the true sparkling of the Holy Ghost—   

                       how rapid and how radiant before

                       my eyes that, overcome, could not sustain it!

79           But, smiling, Beatrice then showed to me   

                       such loveliness—it must be left among

                       the visions that take flight from memory.

82           From this my eyes regained the strength to look   

                       above again; I saw myself translated

                       to higher blessedness, alone with my

85           lady; and I was sure that I had risen

                       because the smiling star was red as fire

                       beyond the customary red of Mars.

88           With all my heart and in that language which   

                       is one for all, for this new grace I gave

                       to God my holocaust, appropriate.   

91           Though in my breast that burning sacrifice

                       was not completed yet, I was aware

                       that it had been accepted and auspicious;

94           for splendors, in two rays, appeared to me,

                       so radiant and fiery that I said:

                       “O Helios, you who adorn them thus!”   

97           As, graced with lesser and with larger lights

                       between the poles of the world, the Galaxy

                       gleams so that even sages are perplexed;

100         so, constellated in the depth of Mars,

                       those rays described the venerable sign   

                       a circle’s quadrants form where they are joined.

103         And here my memory defeats my wit:

                       Christ’s flaming from that cross was such that I   

                       can find no fit similitude for it.

106         But he who takes his cross and follows Christ   

                       will pardon me again for my omission

                       my seeing Christ flash forth undid my force.

109         Lights moved along that cross from horn to horn   

                       and from the summit to the base, and as

                       they met and passed, they sparkled, radiant:

112         so, straight and slant and quick and slow, one sees

                       on earth the particles of bodies, long

                       and short, in shifting shapes, that move along

115         the ray of light that sometimes streaks across

                       the shade that men devise with skill and art

                       to serve as their defense against the sun.

118         And just as harp and viol, whose many chords

                       are tempered, taut, produce sweet harmony

                       although each single note is not distinct,

121         so, from the lights that then appeared to me,   

                       out from that cross there spread a melody

                       that held me rapt, although I could not tell

124         what hymn it was. I knew it sang high praise,

                       since I heard “Rise” and “Conquer,” but I was

                       as one who hears but cannot seize the sense.

127         Yet I was so enchanted by the sound

                       that until then no thing had ever bound

                       me with such gentle bonds. My words may seem

130         presumptuous, as though I dared to deem

                       a lesser thing the lovely eyes that bring   

                       to my desire, as it gazes, peace.

133         But he who notes that, in ascent, her eyes

                       all beauty’s living seals—gain force, and notes

                       that I had not yet turned to them in Mars,

136         can then excuse me—just as I accuse

                       myself, thus to excuse myself—and see

                       that I speak truly: here her holy beauty

139         is not denied—ascent makes it more perfect.