HKB
“O my beloved tree, (that so dost lift thee, That even as minds terrestrial perceive No triangle containeth two obtuse,
So thou beholdest the contingent things Ere in themselves they are, fixing thine eyes Upon the point in which all times are present,)
While I was with Virgilius conjoined Upon the mountain that the souls doth heal, And when descending into the dead world,
Were spoken to me of my future life Some grievous words; although I feel myself In sooth foursquare against the blows of chance.
On this account my wish would be content To hear what fortune is approaching me, Because foreseen an arrow comes more slowly.”
Thus did I say unto that selfsame light That unto me had spoken before; and even As Beatrice willed was my own will confessed.
Not in vague phrase, in which the foolish folk Ensnared themselves of old, ere yet was slain The Lamb of God who taketh sins away,
But with clear words and unambiguous Language responded that paternal love, Hid and revealed by its own proper smile:
“Contingency, that outside of the volume Of your materiality extends not, Is all depicted in the eternal aspect.
Necessity however thence it takes not, Except as from the eye, in which ’tis mirrored, A ship that with the current down descends.
From thence, e’en as there cometh to the ear Sweet harmony from an organ, comes in sight To me the time that is preparing for thee.
As forth from Athens went Hippolytus, By reason of his step-dame false and cruel, So thou from Florence must perforce depart.
Already this is willed, and this is sought for; And soon it shall be done by him who thinks it, Where every day the Christ is bought and sold.
The blame shall follow the offended party In outcry as is usual; but the vengeance Shall witness to the truth that doth dispense it.
Thou shalt abandon everything beloved Most tenderly, and this the arrow is Which first the bow of banishment shoots forth.
Thou shalt have proof how savoureth of salt The bread of others, and how hard a road The going down and up another’s stairs.
And that which most shall weigh upon thy shoulders Will be the bad and foolish company With which into this valley thou shalt fall;
For all ingrate, all mad and impious Will they become against thee; but soon after They, and not thou, shall have the forehead scarlet.
Of their bestiality their own proceedings Shall furnish proof; so ’twill be well for thee A party to have made thee by thyself.
Thine earliest refuge and thine earliest inn Shall be the mighty Lombard’s courtesy, Who on the Ladder bears the holy bird,
Who such benign regard shall have for thee That ’twixt you twain, in doing and in asking, That shall be first which is with others last.
With him shalt thou see one who at his birth Has by this star of strength been so impressed, That notable shall his achievements be.
Not yet the people are aware of him Through his young age, since only nine years yet Around about him have these wheels revolved.
But ere the Gascon cheat the noble Henry, Some sparkles of his virtue shall appear In caring not for silver nor for toil.
So recognized shall his magnificence Become hereafter, that his enemies Will not have power to keep mute tongues about it.
On him rely, and on his benefits; By him shall many people be transformed, Changing condition rich and mendicant;
And written in thy mind thou hence shalt bear Of him, but shalt not say it”—and things said he Incredible to those who shall be present.
Then added: “Son, these are the commentaries On what was said to thee; behold the snares That are concealed behind few revolutions;
Yet would I not thy neighbours thou shouldst envy, Because thy life into the future reaches Beyond the punishment of their perfidies.”