CANTO XVIII

               By now that blessed mirror was delighting   

                       in its own inner words; I, tasting mine,   

                       was tempering the bitter with the sweet.

4             But she, the lady leading me to God,

                       said: “Shift your thoughts: remember—I am close

                       to Him who lightens every unjust hurt.”

7             Hearing the loving sound my solace spoke,

                       I turned. But here I have to leave untold

                       what love I saw within her holy eyes,

10           not just because I do not trust my speech,

                       but, too, because recall cannot retrieve   

                       that much, unless Another is its guide.

13           This only—of that moment—can I tell:

                       that even as I gazed at her, my soul

                       was free from any other need as long

16           as the Eternal Loveliness that shone

                       on Beatrice directly, from her eyes,

                       contented me with the reflected light.

19           But, conquering my will with her smile’s splendor,

                       she told me: “Turn to him and listen—for

                       not only in my eyes is Paradise.”

22           As, here on earth, at times our sentiment,

                       if it be passionate enough to take

                       the soul entirely, shows in the face,

25           so, in the flaming of the holy fire

                       to which I turned, I saw that he desired

                       some further words with me. And he began:

28           “In this fifth resting place, upon the tree   

                       that grows down from its crown and endlessly

                       bears fruit and never loses any leaves,

31           are blessed souls that, down below, before

                       they came to heaven, were so notable

                       that any poem would be enriched by them.

34           Therefore look at the cross, along its horns:   

                       those whom I name will race as swiftly as,

                       within a cloud, its rapid lightnings flash.”

37           Then, just as soon as Joshua was named,   

                       I saw a splendor thrust along the cross,

                       nor did I note the name before the act.

40           And at the name of noble Maccabeus,   

                       I saw another flame wheel round itself,

                       and gladness was the whip that spurred that top.

43           So, too, for Charlemagne and Roland—my   

                       attentive eye held fast to that pair like

                       a falconer who tracks his falcon’s flight.

46           The next to draw my eyes along that cross   

                       were William and Renouard and, too, Duke Godfrey

                       and Robert Guiscard. Then, when he had left me

49           and mingled with the other lights, the soul

                       who had addressed me showed his artistry,

                       singing among the singers in that sphere.

52           I turned to my right side to see if I   

                       might see if Beatrice had signified

                       by word or gesture what I was to do

55           and saw such purity within her eyes,

                       such joy, that her appearance now surpassed

                       its guise at other times, even the last.

58           And as, by feeling greater joyousness

                       in doing good, a man becomes aware

                       that day by day his virtue is advancing,

61           so I became aware that my revolving

                       with heaven had increased its arc—by seeing

                       that miracle becoming still more brilliant.

64           And like the rapid change that one can see   

                       in a pale woman’s face when it has freed

                       itself from bearing bashful modesty,

67           such change I, turning, saw: the red of Mars

                       was gone—and now the temperate sixth star’s

                       white heaven welcomed me into itself.

70           I saw within that torch of Jupiter

                       the sparkling of the love that it contained

                       design before my eyes the signs we speak.   

73           And just as birds that rise from riverbanks,   

                       as if rejoicing after feeding there,

                       will form a round flock or another shape,

76           so, in their lights, the saintly beings sang   

                       and, in their flight, the figures that they spelled

                       were now a D, now I, and now an L.

79           First, they moved to the rhythm of their song;

                       then, after they had finished forming one

                       letter, they halted for a while, in silence.

82           O godly Pegasea, you who give   

                       to genius glory and long life, as it,

                       through you, gives these to kingdoms and to cities,

85           give me your light that I may emphasize

                       these signs as I inscribed them in my mind:

                       your power—may it appear in these brief lines!

88           Those blessed spirits took the shape of five   

                       times seven vowels and consonants, and I

                       noted the parts as they were spelled for me.

91           DILIGITE IUSTITIAM were the verb   

                       and noun that first appeared in that depiction;

                       QUI IUDICATIS TERRAM followed after.

94           Then, having formed the M of the fifth word,   

                       those spirits kept their order; Jupiter’s

                       silver, at that point, seemed embossed with gold.

97           And I saw other lights descending on   

                       the apex of the M and, settling, singing

                       I think—the Good that draws them to Itself.

100         Then, as innumerable sparks rise up

                       when one strikes burning logs (and in those sparks

                       fools have a way of reading auguries),

103         from that M seemed to surge more than a thousand

                       lights; and they climbed, some high, some low, just as

                       the Sun that kindles them assigned positions.

106         With each light settled quietly in place,

                       I saw that the array of fire had shaped

                       the image of an eagle’s head and neck.

109         He who paints there has no one as His guide:   

                       He guides Himself; in Him we recognize

                       the shaping force that flows from nest to nest.

112         The other lights, who were, it seemed, content

                       at first to form a lily on the M,

                       moving a little, formed the eagle’s frame.

115         O gentle star, what—and how many—gems   

                       made plain to me that justice here on earth

                       depends upon the heaven you engem!

118         Therefore I pray the Mind in which begin

                       your motion and your force, to watch that place

                       which has produced the smoke that dims your rays,

121         that once again His anger fall upon

                       those who would buy and sell within that temple

                       whose walls were built by miracles and martyrs.

124         O hosts of Heaven whom I contemplate,

                       for all who, led by bad example, stray

                       within the life they live on earth, do pray!

127         Men once were used to waging war with swords;   

                       now war means seizing here and there the bread

                       the tender Father would deny to none.

130         But you who only write to then erase,   

                       remember this: Peter and Paul, who died

                       to save the vines you spoil, are still alive.

133         Well may you say: “My longing is so bent   

                       on him who chose the solitary life

                       and for a dance was dragged to martyrdom

136         I do not know the Fisherman or Paul.”