CANTO XXI

               By now my eyes were set again upon

                       my lady’s face, and with my eyes, my mind:

                       from every other thought, it was withdrawn.

4             She did not smile. Instead her speech to me

                       began: “Were I to smile, then you would be

                       like Semele when she was turned to ashes,   

7             because, as you have seen, my loveliness

                       which, even as we climb the steps of this

                       eternal palace, blazes with more brightness

10           were it not tempered here, would be so brilliant

                       that, as it flashed, your mortal faculty

                       would seem a branch a lightning bolt has cracked.

13           We now are in the seventh splendor; this,   

                       beneath the burning Lion’s breast, transmits

                       to earth its rays, with which his force is mixed.

16           Let your mind follow where your eyes have led,

                       and let your eyes be mirrors for the figure

                       that will appear to you within this mirror.”   

19           That man who knows just how my vision pastured   

                       upon her blessed face, might recognize

                       the joy I found when my celestial guide

22           had asked of me to turn my mind aside,

                       were he to weigh my joy when I obeyed

                       against my joy in contemplating her.

25           Within the crystal that—as it revolves   

                       around the earth—bears as its name the name

                       of that dear king whose rule undid all evil,

28           I saw a ladder rising up so high   

                       that it could not be followed by my sight:

                       its color, gold when gold is struck by sunlight.

31           I also saw so many flames descend

                       those steps that I thought every light displayed

                       in heaven had been poured out from that place.

34           And just as jackdaws, at the break of day,   

                       together rise—such is their nature’s way

                       to warm their feathers chilled by night; then some

37           fly off and never do return, and some

                       wheel back to that point where they started from,

                       while others, though they wheel, remain at home;

40           such were the ways I saw those spendors take

                       as soon as they had struck a certain step,

                       where they had thronged as one in radiance.

43           The flame that halted nearest us became

                       so bright that in my mind I said: “I see

                       you clearly signaling to me your love.

46           But she from whom I wait for word on how

                       and when to speak and to be silent, pauses;

                       thus, though I would, I do well not to ask.”

49           And she who, seeing Him who sees all things,

                       had seen the reason for my silence, said

                       to me: “Do satisfy your burning longing.”

52           And I began: “My merit does not make

                       me worthy of reply, but for the sake

                       of her who gives me leave to question you

55           a blessed living soul—who hide within

                       your joy, do let me know the reason why

                       you drew so near to me. And tell me, too,

58           why the sweet symphony of Paradise

                       is silent in this heaven, while, below,

                       it sounds devoutly through the other spheres.”

61           “Your hearing is as mortal as your sight;   

                       thus, here there is no singing,” he replied,

                       “and Beatrice, in like wise, did not smile.

64           When, down the sacred staircase, I descended,   

                       I only came to welcome you with gladness

                       with words and with the light that mantles me.

67           The love that prompted me is not supreme;

                       above, is love that equals or exceeds

                       my own, as spirit-flames will let you see.

70           But the deep charity, which makes us keen

                       to serve the Providence that rules the world,

                       allots our actions here, as you perceive.”

73           “O holy lamp,” I said, “I do indeed   

                       see how, within this court, it is your free

                       love that fulfills eternal Providence;

76           but this seems difficult for me to grasp:

                       why you alone, of those who form these ranks,

                       were he who was predestined to this task.”

79           And I had yet to reach the final word   

                       when that light made a pivot of its midpoint

                       and spun around as would a swift millstone.

82           Then, from within its light, that love replied:

                       “Light from the Deity descends on me;

                       it penetrates the light that enwombs me;

85           its power, as it joins my power of sight,

                       lifts me so far beyond myself that I

                       see the High Source from which that light derives.   

88           From this there comes the joy with which I am   

                       aflame; I match the clearness of my light

                       with equal measure of my clear insight.

91           But even Heaven’s most enlightened soul,   

                       that Seraph with his eye most set on God,

                       could not provide the why, not satisfy

94           what you have asked; for deep in the abyss

                       of the Eternal Ordinance, it is

                       cut off from all created beings’ vision.

97           And to the mortal world, when you return,

                       tell this, lest men continue to trespass

                       and set their steps toward such a reachless goal.

100         The mind, bright here, on earth is dulled and smoky.

                       Think: how, below, can mind see that which hides

                       even when mind is raised to Heaven’s height?”

103         His words so curbed my query that I left

                       behind my questioning; and I drew back

                       and humbly asked that spirit who he was.   

106         “Not far from your homeland, between two shores   

                       of Italy, the stony ridges rise

                       so high that, far below them, thunder roars.

109         These ridges form a hump called Catria;   

                       a consecrated hermitage beneath

                       that peak was once devoted just to worship.”

112         So his third speech to me began; then he   

                       continued: “There, within that monastery,

                       in serving God, I gained tenacity:

115         with food that only olive juice had seasoned,

                       I could sustain with ease both heat and frost,

                       content within my contemplative thoughts.

118         That cloister used to offer souls to Heaven,

                       a fertile harvest, but it now is barren

                       as Heaven’s punishment will soon make plain.   

121         There I was known as Peter Damian   

                       and, on the Adriatic shore, was Peter

                       the Sinner when I served Our Lady’s House.

124         Not much of mortal life was left to me   

                       when I was sought for, dragged to take that hat

                       which always passes down from bad to worse.

127         Once there were Cephas and the Holy Ghost’s   

                       great vessel: they were barefoot, they were lean,

                       they took their food at any inn they found.

130         But now the modern pastors are so plump

                       that they have need of one to prop them up

                       on this side, one on that, and one in front,

133         and one to hoist them saddleward. Their cloaks

                       cover their steeds, two beasts beneath one skin:

                       o patience, you who must endure so much!”   

136         These words, I saw, had summoned many flames,

                       descending step by step; I saw them wheel

                       and, at each turn, become more beautiful.

139         They joined around him, and they stopped, and raised   

                       a cry so deep that nothing here can be

                       its likeness; but the words they cried I could

142         not understand—their thunder overcame me.