…I sensed something
much like the motion of a wing, and wind
that beat against my face, and words: “Beati
pacifici, those free of evil anger!” (Purg. XVII, 66-69)
“I am,” she sang, “I am the pleasing siren,
who in midsea leads mariners astray –
there is so much delight in hearing me.
I turned aside Ulysses, although he
had longed to journey; who grows used to me
seldom departs – I satisfy him so.”
Her lips were not yet done when, there beside me,
a woman showed herself, alert and saintly,
to cast the siren into much confusion.
“O Virgil, Virgil, tell me: who is this?”
she asked most scornfully; and he came forward,
his eyes intent upon that honest one.
He seized the other, baring her in front,
tearing her clothes, and showing me her belly;
the stench that came from there awakened me. (Purg. XIX, 19-33)
When I was in the clearing, the fifth level,
my eyes discovered people there who wept,
lying upon the ground, all turned face down.
“Adhaesit pavimento anima mea,”
I heard them say with sighs so deep that it
was hard to comprehend the words they spoke. (Purg. XIX, 70-75)