the Love that moves the sun and all the other stars. - Dante Alighieri

Como al irse la niebla disipando, la vista reconoce poco a poco lo que esconde el vapor que arrastra el aire, 36 así horadando el aura espesa y negra, más y más acercándonos al borde, se iba el error y el miedo me crecía; 39

O you, who in some pretty boat,
Eager to listen, have been following
Behind my ship, that singing sails along

Turn back to look again upon your own shores;
Tempt not the deep, lest unawares,
In losing me, you yourselves might be lost.

The sea I sail has never yet been passed;
Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo,
And Muses nine point out to me the Bears.

You other few who have neck uplifted
Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated,

Well may you launch your vessel
Upon the deep sea.

«Omai convien che tu così ti spoltre»,
disse ’l maestro; «ché, seggendo in piuma,
in fama non si vien, né sotto coltre;
sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma,
cotal vestigio in terra di sé lascia,
qual fummo in aere e in acqua la schiuma.»