One and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine;
Thus do I hear that once Achilles' spear, His and his father's, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon.
We turned our backs upon the wretched valley, Upon the bank that girds it round about, Going across it without any speech.
There it was less than night, and less than day, So that my sight went little in advance;
But I could hear the blare of a loud horn, So loud it would have made each thunder faint, Which, counter to it following its way, Mine eyes directed wholly to one place.
After the dolorous discomfiture When Charlemagne the holy emprise lost, So terribly Orlando sounded not.
Short while my head turned thitherward I held When many lofty towers I seemed to see, Whereat I: "Master, say, what town is this?"
And he to me: "Because thou peerest forth Athwart the darkness at too great a distance, It happens that thou errest in thy fancy.
Well shalt thou see, if thou arrivest there, How much the sense deceives itself by distance;
Therefore a little faster spur thee on."
Then tenderly he took me by the hand, And said: "Before we farther have advanced, That the reality may seem to thee Less strange, know that these are not towers, but giants, And they are in the well, around the bank, From navel downward, one and all of them."
As, when the fog is vanishing away, Little by little doth the sight refigure Whate'er the mist that crowds the air conceals, So, piercing through the dense and darksome air, More and more near approaching tow'rd the verge, My error fled, and fear came over me;
Because as on its circular parapets Montereggione crowns itself with towers, E'en thus the margin which surrounds the well With one half of their bodies turreted The horrible giants, whom Jove menaces E'en now from out the heavens when he thunders.
And I of one already saw the face, Shoulders, and breast, and great part of the belly, And down along his sides both of the arms.
Certainly Nature, when she left the ****** Of animals like these, did well indeed, By taking such executors from Mars;
And if of elephants and whales she doth not Repent her, whosoever looketh subtly More just and more discreet will hold her for it;
For where the argument of intellect Is added unto evil will and power, No rampart can the people make against it.
His face appeared to me as long and large As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peter's, And in proportion were the other bones;
So that the margin, which an apron was Down from the middle, showed so much of him Above it, that to reach up to his hair Three Frieslanders in vain had vaunted them;
For I beheld thirty great palms of him Down from the place where man his mantle buckles.
"Raphael mai amech izabi almi,"
Began to clamour the ferocious mouth, To which were not befitting sweeter psalms.
And unto him my Guide: "Soul idiotic, Keep to thy horn, and vent thyself with that, When wrath or other passion touches thee.
