Chapter 13 (Part 2)

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두 번째 원: 부러워하는 사람들. 시에나의 사피아. 우리는 계단의 정상에 있었습니다. 두 번째로 산이 잘려 나갔고, 올라가면서 모든 것을 쪼개버렸습니다. 마찬가지로 처마 장식이 첫 번째와 마찬가지로 언덕을 둘러싼다. 다만 그 호가 더 갑자기 휘어져 있다. 그늘도 없고, 조각품도 나타나지 않는다. 강둑도 그렇게 보이고, 길도 매끈해 보인다. 돌의 검푸른 색뿐이다.

"우리가 여기서 사람들을 기다리려면," 시인이 말했다. "아마도 우리의 선거가 너무 늦을까봐 두렵다." 그러고 나서 그는 태양에 눈을 고정하고, 오른쪽을 움직임의 중심으로 삼고, 자신의 왼쪽을 돌렸다.

"오, 달콤한 빛이여! 내가 이 새로운 여정에 들어가는 신뢰로, 우리를 인도해라." 그가 말했다. "여기 안에 있는 사람이 인도받아야 할 것처럼. 너는 세상을 따뜻하게 하고, 세상을 비추고 있다. 다른 이유가 달리 촉구하지 않는다면, 네 광선이 영원히 우리의 지도자가 될 것이다!"

여기서 1마일을 헤아려 보면, 우리는 이미 그곳에서 얼마 안 되는 시간에, 기꺼이 의지를 가지고 전진했습니다. 그리고 우리에게 날아오는 소리가 들렸습니다. 비록 보이지는 않았지만, 영들이 사랑의 식탁으로 정중하게 초대했습니다. 날아가면서 지나가는 첫 번째 목소리는 "Vinum non habent"라고 큰 소리로 말했고, 우리 뒤로 되뇌며 말했습니다.

그리고 거리가 멀어서 완전히 들리지 않기 전에, 또 다른 목소리가 지나가며 "나는 오레스테스다!"라고 외쳤습니다. 그리고 그 목소리도 멈추지 않았습니다. "오," 내가 말했습니다. "아버지, 이 목소리들은 무슨 목소리입니까?" 내가 물었을 때, 세 번째 목소리가 "너희에게 악을 끼친 사람들을 사랑하라!"고 말하는 것을 보았습니다. 그리고 선한 스승은 말했다: "이 원은 질투의 죄를 채찍질하고, 그 때문에 채찍질의 채찍은 사랑에서 끌려나간다.

다른 소리의 굴레는 있을 것이다; 나는 네가 용서의 고개에 도달하기 전에 내가 판단하듯이 그것을 들을 것이라고 생각한다. 그러나 네 눈을 바로 공중을 가로질러 똑바로 고정하고, 우리 앞에 앉아 있는 사람들을 볼 것이다. 그리고 절벽에 가까이 앉아 있는 각자가 있다."

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그러자 처음보다 더 크게 눈을 떴다; 나는 내 앞을 바라보았고, 돌의 색깔과는 다른 망토가 있는 그늘을 보았다. 그리고 우리가 조금 더 나아갔을 때, 나는 "메리, 우리를 위해 기도해!"라는 외침을 들었다. "마이클, 피터, 그리고 모든 성도!" 나는 아직도 땅에 걸어다니는 사람이 그렇게 강해서 내가 나중에 본 것에 연민으로 찔리지 않을 것이라고 생각하지 않는다.

내가 그들에게 그렇게 가까이 다가갔을 때, 그들의 행동이 내게 분명해졌을 때, 나는 무거운 슬픔으로 눈에서 피가 흘렀다. 그들은 나에게 비열한 자루옷을 두르고 있었고, 한 사람은 어깨로 다른 사람을 지탱했고, 그들 모두는 강둑에 의해 지탱되었다. 생계를 위해 눈먼 자들은 이렇게 교회 문 앞에 서서 구걸하고, 서로 머리를 기대고, 그래서 다른 사람들에게 연민이 곧 일어나도록 한다. 그들의 말의 강조뿐만 아니라, 그들의 모습에서도 마찬가지로 간청한다.

그리고 눈먼 자에게 태양이 오지 않는 것처럼, 방금 내가 말한 그늘들에게도 하늘의 빛은 스스로 풍부하지 않을 것이다. 왜냐하면 그들의 모든 눈꺼풀은 철조망이 꿰뚫고, 마치 야생 매에게 하는 것처럼, 조용히 머물지 않기 때문이다. 나에게는 지나가면서, 다른 사람들을 보이지 않고 보는 것은 모욕적인 일인 듯했다. 그래서 나는 현명한 조언으로 돌아섰다.

그는 벙어리가 무엇을 말하고 싶어 하는지 잘 알고 있었고, 그래서 내 요구를 기다리지 않고 "말하고, 간결하고 요점을 잡으세요."라고 말했습니다. 나는 비르길리우스를 제방의 저편에 두었습니다. 아무도 경계에 의해 장식되어 있지 않기 때문에; 나의 반대편에는 독실한 그늘이 있었는데, 그들은 끔찍한 틈새를 통해 눈물을 짜내어 뺨을 적셨습니다.

나는 그들에게 돌아섰고, "오, 사람들이여, 당신의 욕망이 전적으로 돌보는 높은 빛을 보는 것을 확신합니다. 그래서 은혜가 당신의 양심에 쌓인 쓰레기를 재빨리 녹여내어 마음의 강물이 맑은 채로 흘러내리게 하세요. 말해 주세요. 그것은 나에게 소중하고 은혜로울 것입니다. 여기 있는 당신들 중 라티아인이라면, 그리고 그것이 그에게 유익할지도 모릅니다. 나는 그것을 알게 되었습니다."

"오, 나의 형제여, 각자는 하나의 진정한 도시의 시민입니다. 하지만 당신의 의미는,

이탈리아에서 순례자로 살았을지도 모르는 사람." 이 대답으로 나는 내가 서 있던 곳보다 조금 더 멀리서 들리는 듯했다. 그곳에서 나는 여전히 더 가까이 다가갔다. 나머지 사람들 사이에서 나는 모습을 드러내며 기다리는 그림자를 보았고, 누가 어떻게냐고 묻는다면, 그 턱은 눈먼 사람처럼 위로 치켜올려졌다.

"영혼이여," 내가 말했다. "올라가려고 몸을 굽히는 자여, 만약 네가 나에게 대답한 사람이라면, 장소나 이름으로 나를 알려라." "나는 시에나 사람이다." 그것이 대답했다. "그리고 여기 있는 다른 사람들과 함께 내 죄스러운 삶을 깨끗이 씻어주고, 그가 우리에게 자신을 빌려달라고 울부짖었다. 나는 지혜로운 사람이 아니었지만, 나는 사피아로 불렸고, 다른 사람의 해를 입는 것보다 내 행운보다 훨씬 더 행복했다.

그리고 네가 내가 너를 속였다고 생각하지 않도록, 내가 네게 말하는 것처럼 내가 어리석었다면 들어라. 이미 내 세월의 호가 내려오고, 콜레 근처의 내 동포들은 적들과 전투에 합류했고, 나는 신에게 그가 원하는 것을 기도했습니다.

그들은 패배했고, 도망치는 쓰라린 고개로 바뀌었고, 나는 추격전에서 다른 모든 사람이 받지 못한 기쁨을 보았습니다. 그래서 나는 대담한 얼굴을 들어 신에게 '이제부터 나는 당신을 두려워하지 않습니다.'라고 외쳤습니다. 마치 작은 햇살에 검은 새가 그러는 것과 같았습니다.

나는 내 존재의 극한에서 신과 함께 평화를 원했고, 아직도 회개로 내 빚이 갚아지지 않았을 것입니다. 피에르 페티냐노가 그의 거룩한 기도에서 나를 기억하지 않았다면, 그는 자선심으로 나를 위해 슬퍼했습니다. 하지만 당신은 누구입니까? 우리의 조건에 대해 질문하고, 내가 믿는 것처럼 눈을 풀고, 숨쉬며 이야기합니까?" "내 눈은,"

나는 말했습니다. "아직 나에게서 멀어질 것입니다. 짧은 시간 동안만; 그들이 질투심으로 돌아선다는 것은 사소한 범죄입니다. 내 영혼이 매달려 있는 두려움은 훨씬 더 큽니다. 그 아래에 있는 고통에 대한 두려움입니다. 지금도 저 아래의 짐이 나를 짓누르고 있습니다." 그리고 그녀는 나에게 말했습니다. "그럼, 우리 사이에서 누가 당신을 이곳으로 인도했습니까? 만약 당신이 아래로 돌아갈 것이라고 생각한다면?" 그리고 나는:

"나와 함께 있지만 말하지 않는 분; 그리고 나는 살아 있습니다. 그러므로 나에게 물어보세요, 영으로 택함받은 분, 당신이 저를 위해 저쪽으로 움직이게 하실 수 있다면 저의 필멸의 발걸음으로." "오, 이것은 듣기에 참 새로운 이야기입니다."

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그녀는 대답했습니다. "그 큰 징조는 신이 당신을 사랑한다는 것입니다. 그러므로 때때로 당신의 기도로 저를 도우십시오. 그리고 나는 당신이 가장 원하는 것을 통해 간청합니다. 만약 당신이 토스카나의 땅을 밟는다면, 나의 친족과 함께 내 명성을 회복하십시오.

당신은 탈라모네에 희망을 걸고 다이애나를 발견하는 것보다 더 많은 희망을 잃을 사람들 사이에서 헛된 것을 보게 될 것입니다. 그러나 제독들은 더 많은 것을 잃을 것이다."

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Chapter 13  

The Second Circle: The Envious. Sapia of Siena. We were upon the summit of the stairs, Where for the second time is cut away The mountain, which ascending shriveth all. There in like manner doth a cornice bind The hill all round about, as does the first, Save that its arc more suddenly is curved. Shade is there none, nor sculpture that appears; So seems the bank, and so the road seems smooth, With but the livid colour of the stone.

"If to inquire we wait for people here," The Poet said, "I fear that peradventure Too much delay will our election have." Then steadfast on the sun his eyes he fixed, Made his right side the centre of his motion, And turned the left part of himself about.

"O thou sweet light! with trust in whom I enter Upon this novel journey, do thou lead us," Said he, "as one within here should be led. Thou warmest the world, thou shinest over it; If other reason prompt not otherwise, Thy rays should evermore our leaders be!"

As much as here is counted for a mile, So much already there had we advanced In little time, by dint of ready will; And tow'rds us there were heard to fly, albeit They were not visible, spirits uttering Unto Love's table courteous invitations, The first voice that passed onward in its flight, "Vinum non habent," said in accents loud, And went reiterating it behind us.

And ere it wholly grew inaudible Because of distance, passed another, crying, "I am Orestes!" and it also stayed not. "O," said I, "Father, these, what voices are they?" And even as I asked, behold the third, Saying: "Love those from whom ye have had evil!" And the good Master said: "This circle scourges The sin of envy, and on that account Are drawn from love the lashes of the scourge.

The bridle of another sound shall be; I think that thou wilt hear it, as I judge, Before thou comest to the Pass of Pardon. But fix thine eyes athwart the air right steadfast, And people thou wilt see before us sitting, And each one close against the cliff is seated."

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Then wider than at first mine eyes I opened; I looked before me, and saw shades with mantles Not from the colour of the stone diverse. And when we were a little farther onward, I heard a cry of, "Mary, pray for us!" A cry of, "Michael, Peter, and all Saints!" I do not think there walketh still on earth A man so hard, that he would not be pierced With pity at what afterward I saw.

For when I had approached so near to them That manifest to me their acts became, Drained was I at the eyes by heavy grief. Covered with sackcloth vile they seemed to me, And one sustained the other with his shoulder, And all of them were by the bank sustained. Thus do the blind, in want of livelihood, Stand at the doors of churches asking alms, And one upon another leans his head, So that in others pity soon may rise, Not only at the accent of their words, But at their aspect, which no less implores.

And as unto the blind the sun comes not, So to the shades, of whom just now I spake, Heaven's light will not be bounteous of itself; For all their lids an iron wire transpierces, And sews them up, as to a sparhawk wild Is done, because it will not quiet stay. To me it seemed, in passing, to do outrage, Seeing the others without being seen; Wherefore I turned me to my counsel sage.

Well knew he what the mute one wished to say, And therefore waited not for my demand, But said: "Speak, and be brief, and to the point." I had Virgilius upon that side Of the embankment from which one may fall, Since by no border 'tis engarlanded; Upon the other side of me I had The shades devout, who through the horrible seam Pressed out the tears so that they bathed their cheeks.

To them I turned me, and, "O people, certain," Began I, "of beholding the high light, Which your desire has solely in its care, So may grace speedily dissolve the scum Upon your consciences, that limpidly Through them descend the river of the mind, Tell me, for dear 'twill be to me and gracious, If any soul among you here is Latian, And 'twill perchance be good for him I learn it."

"O brother mine, each one is citizen Of one true city; but thy meaning is,

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Who may have lived in Italy a pilgrim." By way of answer this I seemed to hear A little farther on than where I stood, Whereat I made myself still nearer heard. Among the rest I saw a shade that waited In aspect, and should any one ask how, Its chin it lifted upward like a blind man.

"Spirit," I said, "who stoopest to ascend, If thou art he who did reply to me, Make thyself known to me by place or name." "Sienese was I," it replied, "and with The others here recleanse my guilty life, Weeping to Him to lend himself to us. Sapient I was not, although I Sapia Was called, and I was at another's harm More happy far than at my own good fortune.

And that thou mayst not think that I deceive thee, Hear if I was as foolish as I tell thee. The arc already of my years descending, My fellow-citizens near unto Colle Were joined in battle with their adversaries, And I was praying God for what he willed.

Routed were they, and turned into the bitter Passes of flight; and I, the chase beholding, A joy received unequalled by all others; So that I lifted upward my bold face Crying to God, 'Henceforth I fear thee not,' As did the blackbird at the little sunshine.

Peace I desired with God at the extreme Of my existence, and as yet would not My debt have been by penitence discharged, Had it not been that in remembrance held me Pier Pettignano in his holy prayers, Who out of charity was grieved for me. But who art thou, that into our conditions Questioning goest, and hast thine eyes unbound As I believe, and breathing dost discourse?" "Mine eyes,"

I said, "will yet be here ta'en from me, But for short space; for small is the offence Committed by their being turned with envy. Far greater is the fear, wherein suspended My soul is, of the torment underneath, For even now the load down there weighs on me." And she to me: "Who led thee, then, among us Up here, if to return below thou thinkest?" And I:

"He who is with me, and speaks not; And living am I; therefore ask of me, Spirit elect, if thou wouldst have me move O'er yonder yet my mortal feet for thee." "O, this is such a novel thing to hear,"

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She answered, "that great sign it is God loves thee; Therefore with prayer of thine sometimes assist me. And I implore, by what thou most desirest, If e'er thou treadest the soil of Tuscany, Well with my kindred reinstate my fame.

Them wilt thou see among that people vain Who hope in Talamone, and will lose there More hope than in discovering the Diana; But there still more the admirals will lose."