Paradiso: Canto XI

O Thou insensate care of mortal men,
  How inconclusive are the syllogisms
  That make thee beat thy wings in downward flight!
One after laws and one to aphorisms
  Was going, and one following the priesthood,
  And one to reign by force or sophistry,
And one in theft, and one in state affairs,
  One in the pleasures of the flesh involved
  Wearied himself, one gave himself to ease;
When I, from all these things emancipate,
  With Beatrice above there in the Heavens
  With such exceeding glory was received!
When each one had returned unto that point
  Within the circle where it was before,
  It stood as in a candlestick a candle;
And from within the effulgence which at first
  Had spoken unto me, I heard begin
  Smiling while it more luminous became:
"Even as I am kindled in its ray,
  So, looking into the Eternal Light,
  The occasion of thy thoughts I apprehend.
Thou doubtest, and wouldst have me to resift
  In language so extended and so open
  My speech, that to thy sense it may be plain,
Where just before I said, 'where well one fattens,'
  And where I said, 'there never rose a second;'
  And here 'tis needful we distinguish well.
The Providence, which governeth the world
  With counsel, wherein all created vision
  Is vanquished ere it reach unto the bottom,
(So that towards her own Beloved might go
  The bride of Him who, uttering a loud cry,
  Espoused her with his consecrated blood,
Self-confident and unto Him more faithful,)
  Two Princes did ordain in her behoof,
  Which on this side and that might be her guide.
The one was all seraphical in ardour;
  The other by his wisdom upon earth
  A splendour was of light cherubical.
One will I speak of, for of both is spoken
  In praising one, whichever may be taken,
  Because unto one end their labours were.
Between Tupino and the stream that falls
  Down from the hill elect of blessed Ubald,
  A fertile slope of lofty mountain hangs,
From which Perugia feels the cold and heat
  Through Porta Sole, and behind it weep
  Gualdo and Nocera their grievous yoke.
From out that slope, there where it breaketh most
  Its steepness, rose upon the world a sun
  As this one does sometimes from out the Ganges;
Therefore let him who speaketh of that place,
  Say not Ascesi, for he would say little,
  But Orient, if he properly would speak.
He was not yet far distant from his rising
  Before he had begun to make the earth
  Some comfort from his mighty virtue feel.
For he in youth his father's wrath incurred
  For certain Dame, to whom, as unto death,
  The gate of pleasure no one doth unlock;
And was before his spiritual court
  'Et coram patre' unto her united;
  Then day by day more fervently he loved her.
She, reft of her first husband, scorned, obscure,
  One thousand and one hundred years and more,
  Waited without a suitor till he came.
Naught it availed to hear, that with Amyclas
  Found her unmoved at sounding of his voice
  He who struck terror into all the world;
Naught it availed being constant and undaunted,
  So that, when Mary still remained below,
  She mounted up with Christ upon the cross.
But that too darkly I may not proceed,
  Francis and Poverty for these two lovers
  Take thou henceforward in my speech diffuse.
Their concord and their joyous semblances,
  The love, the wonder, and the sweet regard,
  They made to be the cause of holy thoughts;
So much so that the venerable Bernard
  First bared his feet, and after so great peace
  Ran, and, in running, thought himself too slow.
O wealth unknown!  O veritable good!
  Giles bares his feet, and bares his feet Sylvester
  Behind the bridegroom, so doth please the bride!
Then goes his way that father and that master,
  He and his Lady and that family
  Which now was girding on the humble cord;
Nor cowardice of heart weighed down his brow
  At being son of Peter Bernardone,
  Nor for appearing marvellously scorned;
But regally his hard determination
  To Innocent he opened, and from him
  Received the primal seal upon his Order.
After the people mendicant increased
  Behind this man, whose admirable life
  Better in glory of the heavens were sung,
Incoronated with a second crown
  Was through Honorius by the Eternal Spirit
  The holy purpose of this Archimandrite.
And when he had, through thirst of martyrdom,
  In the proud presence of the Sultan preached
  Christ and the others who came after him,
And, finding for conversion too unripe
  The folk, and not to tarry there in vain,
  Returned to fruit of the Italic grass,
On the rude rock 'twixt Tiber and the Arno
  From Christ did he receive the final seal,
  Which during two whole years his members bore.
When He, who chose him unto so much good,
  Was pleased to draw him up to the reward
  That he had merited by being lowly,
Unto his friars, as to the rightful heirs,
  His most dear Lady did he recommend,
  And bade that they should love her faithfully;
And from her bosom the illustrious soul
  Wished to depart, returning to its realm,
  And for its body wished no other bier.
Think now what man was he, who was a fit
  Companion over the high seas to keep
  The bark of Peter to its proper bearings.
And this man was our Patriarch; hence whoever
  Doth follow him as he commands can see
  That he is laden with good merchandise.
But for new pasturage his flock has grown
  So greedy, that it is impossible
  They be not scattered over fields diverse;
And in proportion as his sheep remote
  And vagabond go farther off from him,
  More void of milk return they to the fold.
Verily some there are that fear a hurt,
  And keep close to the shepherd; but so few,
  That little cloth doth furnish forth their hoods.
Now if my utterance be not indistinct,
  If thine own hearing hath attentive been,
  If thou recall to mind what I have said,
In part contented shall thy wishes be;
  For thou shalt see the plant that's chipped away,
  And the rebuke that lieth in the words,
'Where well one fattens, if he strayeth not.'"