Όταν ο Παράδεισος γίνεται Κόλαση, όπως ήταν πάντα..

O VOI che siete in piccioletta barca,
desiderois d' ascolar, seguiti
dietro al mio legno che cantando varca,
tornate a riveder li vostri liti:
non vi mettete in pelago, che, forse,
perdendo mi, rimarreste msarriti.
L' acqua ch' io prendo gia mai mon si corse;
Minerva spira, e conducemi Apollo,
e nove Muse mi dimostran l' Orse.

Dante's "Paradiso"


O YE who in little bark, eager to listen,
have followed behind my ship
that singing makes her way,
turn back to see your shores again;
do not put forth on the deep,
for, perhaps, losing me, you would be left bewildered.
The waters I take were never sailed before;
Minerva breathes, Apollo pilots me,
and the nine Muses show me the Bears.

Dante's "Paradise"