CANTO XXVII

               Unto the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,   

                       glory!”—all Paradise began, so that

                       the sweetness of the singing held me rapt.

4             What I saw seemed to me to be a smile

                       the universe had smiled; my rapture had

                       entered by way of hearing and of sight.

7             O joy! O gladness words can never speak!

                       O life perfected by both love and peace!

                       O richness so assured, that knows no longing!

10           Before my eyes, there stood, aflame, the four   

                       torches, and that which had been first to come

                       began to glow with greater radiance,

13           and what its image then became was like   

                       what Jupiter’s would be if Mars and he

                       were birds and had exchanged their plumages.

16           After the Providence that there assigns

                       to every office its appointed time

                       had, to those holy choirs, on every side,

19           commanded silence, I then heard: “If I

                       change color, do not be amazed, for as

                       I speak, you will see change in all these flames.

22           He who on earth usurps my place, my place,   

                       my place that in the sight of God’s own Son

                       is vacant now, has made my burial ground

25           a sewer of blood, a sewer of stench, so that

                       the perverse one who fell from Heaven, here   

                       above, can find contentment there below.”

28           Then I saw all the heaven colored by

                       the hue that paints the clouds at morning and

                       at evening, with the sun confronting them.

31           And like a woman who, although secure

                       in her own honesty, will pale on even

                       hearing about another woman’s failing,

34           just so did Beatrice change in appearance;   

                       and I believe that such eclipse was in

                       the sky when He, the Highest Power, suffered.

37           Then his words followed with a voice so altered

                       from what it was before—even his likeness

                       did not display a greater change than that.

40           “The Bride of Christ was never nurtured by   

                       my blood, and blood of Linus and of Cletus,

                       to be employed in gaining greater riches;

43           but to acquire this life of joyousness,

                       Sixtus and Pius, Urban and Calixtus,   

                       after much lamentation, shed their blood.

46           We did not want one portion of Christ’s people   

                       to sit at the right side of our successors,

                       while, on the left, the other portion sat,

49           nor did we want the keys that were consigned   

                       to me, to serve as an escutcheon on

                       a banner that waged war against the baptized;

52           nor did we want my form upon a seal

                       for trafficking in lying privileges

                       for which I often blush and flash with anger.

55           From here on high one sees rapacious wolves

                       clothed in the cloaks of shepherds. You, the vengeance   

                       of God, oh, why do you still lie concealed?

58           The Gascons and the Cahorsines—they both   

                       prepare to drink our blood: o good beginning,

                       to what a miserable end you fall!

61           But that high Providence which once preserved,   

                       with Scipio, the glory of the world

                       for Rome, will soon bring help, as I conceive;

64           and you, my son, who through your mortal weight   

                       will yet return below, speak plainly there,

                       and do not hide that which I do not hide.”

67           As, when the horn of heaven’s Goat abuts   

                       the sun, our sky flakes frozen vapors downward,

                       so did I see that ether there adorned;

70           for from that sphere, triumphant vapors now

                       were flaking up to the Empyrean

                       returning after dwelling here with us.

73           My sight was following their semblances

                       until the space between us grew so great

                       as to deny my eyes all farther reach.

76           At this, my lady, seeing me set free

                       from gazing upward, told me: “Let your eyes

                       look down and see how far you have revolved.”

79           I saw that, from the time when I looked down   

                       before, I had traversed all of the arc

                       of the first clime, from its midpoint to end,

82           so that, beyond Cadiz, I saw Ulysses’

                       mad course and, to the east, could almost see

                       that shoreline where Europa was sweet burden.

85           I should have seen more of this threshing floor   

                       but for the motion of the sun beneath

                       my feet: it was a sign and more away.

88           My mind, enraptured, always longing for

                       my lady gallantly, was burning more

                       than ever for my eyes’ return to her;

91           and if—by means of human flesh or portraits

                       nature or art has fashioned lures to draw

                       the eye so as to grip the mind, all these

94           would seem nothing if set beside the godly

                       beauty that shone upon me when I turned

                       to see the smiling face of Beatrice.

97           The powers that her gaze now granted me   

                       drew me out of the lovely nest of Leda

                       and thrust me into heaven’s swiftest sphere.

100         Its parts were all so equally alive

                       and excellent, that I cannot say which

                       place Beatrice selected for my entry.

103         But she, who saw what my desire was

                       her smile had so much gladness that within

                       her face there seemed to be God’s joy—began:

106         “The nature of the universe, which holds

                       the center still and moves all else around it,

                       begins here as if from its turning-post.

109         This heaven has no other where than this:

                       the mind of God, in which are kindled both

                       the love that turns it and the force it rains.

112         As in a circle, light and love enclose it,

                       as it surrounds the rest—and that enclosing,

                       only He who encloses understands.

115         No other heaven measures this sphere’s motion,   

                       but it serves as the measure for the rest,

                       even as half and fifth determine ten;

118         and now it can be evident to you

                       how time has roots within this vessel and,

                       within the other vessels, has its leaves.

121         O greediness, you who—within your depths—   

                       cause mortals to sink so, that none is left

                       able to lift his eyes above your waves!

124         The will has a good blossoming in men;

                       but then the never-ending downpours turn

                       the sound plums into rotten, empty skins.

127         For innocence and trust are to be found

                       only in little children; then they flee

                       even before a full beard cloaks the cheeks.

130         One, for as long as he still lisps, will fast,

                       but when his tongue is free at last, he gorges,

                       devouring any food through any month;

133         and one, while he still lisps, will love and heed

                       his mother, but when he acquires speech

                       more fully, he will long to see her buried.

136         Just so, white skin turns black when it is struck

                       by direct light—the lovely daughter of

                       the one who brings us dawn and leaves us evening.

139         That you not be amazed at what I say,

                       consider this: on earth no king holds sway;   

                       therefore, the family of humans strays.

142         But well before a thousand years have passed   

                       (and January is unwintered by

                       day’s hundredth part, which they neglect below),

145         this high sphere shall shine so, that Providence,

                       long waited for, will turn the sterns to where

                       the prows now are, so that the fleet runs straight;

148         and then fine fruit shall follow on the flower.”