Dante and Virgilio arrive to the seventh circle’s first ring Just behind a turn a view eyes reject infamy of Crete, self biting staggered by own ferocity.
Dante bears witness of a monstrous horde, with Minotauro atop LIE IN A HOT RIVER OF BLOOD WONDROUS TREES IN A BLACK FOREST
Description of two kinds of pain, inflicted to the damned as counterpass Seething life drops far Here dark peace, sorrow gloom sighs whines trees dread blood voice pain
Seventh circle’s infernal sights CHASED TO BITES BY BLACK SHE-MASTIFFS RAIN OF FIRE ALL AROUND THEM
Again, description of two kinds of pain inflicted to the damned as counterpass Violence is lack of respect blindness towards life and its miracle; while the deepest of human feelings, with love
In this ring find their place those damned guilty of violence toward God blood stands as a memory of the life they have outraged now rivers of it burn off their cries
Blood here is Flegetonte river’s one the solitary forest set me in anxiety I found hold in a branch I have torn taken by the fear
Dante breaks a tree branch: it is Pier della Vigna who asks him to redeem his name never thought it would have bled no voice to utter asking begging me to clear his name soul spoke instead of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
