Purgatorio: CantoXIV
Thedwellersinthatmiserablevalley,
ItseemsthatCircehadtheminherpasture.
'Miduglyswine, ofacornsworthier
Thanotherfoodforhumanusecreated,
Itfirstdirectethitsimpoverishedway.
Cursfindethitthereafter, comingdownward,
Moresnarlingthantheirpuissancedemands,
Andturnsfromthemdisdainfullyitsmuzzle.
Itgoesonfalling, andthemoreitgrows,
Themoreitfindsthedogsbecomingwolves,
Thismaledictandmisadventurousditch.
Descendedthenthroughmanyahollowgulf,
Itfindsthefoxessorepletewithfraud,
Theyfearnocunningthatmaymasterthem.
NorwillIceasebecauseanotherhearsme;
Andwell 'twillbeforhim, ifstillhemindhim
Ofwhatatruthfulspirittomeunravels.
ThygrandsonIbehold, whodothbecome
Ahunterofthosewolvesuponthebank
Ofthewildstream, andterrifiesthemall.
Hesellstheirflesh, itbeingyetalive;
Thereafterslaughtersthemlikeancientbeeves;
Manyoflife, himselfofpraise, deprives.
Blood-stainedheissuesfromthedismalforest;
Heleavesitsuch, athousandyearsfromnow
Initsprimevalstate 'tisnotre-wooded."
Asattheannouncementofimpendingills
Thefaceofhimwholistensisdisturbed,
Fromwhate'ersidetheperilseizeuponhim;
SoIbeheldthatothersoul, whichstood
Turnedroundtolisten, growdisturbedandsad,
Whenithadgatheredtoitselftheword.
Thespeechofoneandaspectoftheother
Hadmedesirousmadetoknowtheirnames,
AndquestionmixedwithprayersImadethereof,
Whereatthespiritwhichfirstspaketome
Beganagain: "ThouwishestIshouldbringme
Todofortheewhatthou'ltnotdoforme;
ButsinceGodwilleththatintheeshineforth
Suchgraceofhis, I'llnotbecharywiththee;

