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“Here begins the period of my boyhood” or “here begins a new life”
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“Behold a god more powerful than I who comes to rule over me”
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“Now your source of joy has been revealed”
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“Woe is me! For I shall often be impeded from now on!”
III. (1) After so many days had passed that precisely nine years were ending since the
appearance, just described, of this most gracious lady, it happened that on the last one of
those days the miraculous lady appeared, dressed in purest white, between two ladies of noble
bearing both older than she was; and passing along a certain street, she turned her eyes to
where I was standing faint-hearted and, with that indescribable graciousness for which today
she is rewarded in the eternal life, she greeted me so miraculously that I seemed at that
moment to behold the entire range of possible bliss.
(2) It was precisely the ninth hour of that day, three o'clock in the afternoon, when her sweet
greeting came to me. Since this was the first time her words had ever been directed to me, I
became so ecstatic that, like a drunken man, I turned away from everyone and I sought the
loneliness of my room, where I began thinking of this most gracious lady and, (3) thinking
of her, I fell into a sweet sleep, and a marvelous vision appeared to me. I seemed to see a
cloud the color of fire and, in that cloud, a lordly man, frightening to behold, yet he seemed
also to be wondrously filled with joy. He spoke and said many things, of which I understood
only a few; one was Ego dominus tuus5.
(4) I seemed to see in his arms a sleeping figure, naked but lightly wrapped in a crimson
cloth; looking intently at this figure, I recognized the lady of the greeting, the lady who earlier
in the day had deigned to greet me. (5) In one hand he seemed to be holding something that
was all in flames, and it seemed to me that he said these words: Vide cor tuum6.
(6) And after some time had passed, he seemed to awaken the one who slept, and he forced
her cunningly to eat of that burning object in his hand; she ate of it timidly. (7) A short time
after this, his happiness gave way to bitterest weeping, and weeping he folded his arms
around this lady, and together they seemed to ascend toward the heavens. At that point my
drowsy sleep could not bear the anguish that I felt; it was broken and I awoke […]
IV. (1) I must tell you that whenever and wherever she appeared, I, in anticipation of her
miraculous greeting, could not have considered any man my enemy; on the contrary, a flame
of charity was lit within me and made me forgive whoever had offended me. And if, at
this moment, anyone had asked me about anything, I could only have answered, my
face all kindness: "Love."
(2) And when she was about to greet me, one of Love's spirits, annihilating all the others of
the senses, would drive out the feeble spirits of sight, saying to them, "Go and pay homage
to your mistress," and Love would take their place. And if anyone had wished to know Love,
he might have done so by looking at my glistening eyes […]
XVI. (1) Soon after completing this sonnet I was moved by a desire to write more poetry, in
which I would mention four more things concerning my condition which, it seemed to me, I
had not yet made clear.
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“I am your Master”
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“Behold your heart”
(2) The first of these is that many times I suffered when my memory excited my imagination
to re-evoke the transformations that Love worked in me. (3) The second is that Love,
frequently and without warning, attacked me so violently that no part of me remained alive
except one thought that spoke of this lady. (4) The third is that when this battle of Love raged
within me so, I would go, pale and haggard, to look upon this lady, believing that the sight
of her would defend me in this battle, forgetting what happened to me whenever I approached
such graciousness. (5) The fourth is that not only did the sight of her not defend me: it
ultimately annihilated the little life I had left. (6) And so I wrote this sonnet which
begins: Many a time the thought returns to me
Many a time the thought returns to me:
What sad conditions Love on me bestows!
And moved by Pity I say frequently:
‘Can there be anyone who my state knows?
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(1) After I wrote this sonnet there came to me a miraculous vision in which I saw things that
made me resolve to say no more about this blessèd one until I would be capable of writing
about her in a nobler way. (2) To achieve this I am striving as hard as I can, and this she truly
knows. Accordingly, if it be the pleasure of Him through whom all things live that my life
continue for a few more years, I hope to write of her that which has never been written of
any other woman. (3) And then may it please the One who is the Lord of graciousness that
my soul ascend to behold the glory of its lady, that is, of that blessèd Beatrice, who in glory
contemplates the countenance of the One qui est per omnia secula benedictus.
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