The Moon -

Me seemed as if a cloud were covering us

As luminous and dense

As hard and polished

Like a diamond really sheer

Smitten by the sun

Eternal pearl inwardly received us

As the crystalline pure water

Welcomes all the rays of light

Unbroken remaining

Vision appeared

In front of us

So attractive

That erased my mind

In paradiso

The blessed ethereal appearing

Paradiso

Revealing us their degree of beatitude

Tormenting doubts crept into my mind

So violent that I don’t have the right words

And I could not speak and I felt

The need to keep quiet

But sweet lady

Deeply knows my mind

Because she saw everything in God’s law

She doesn’t need words to understand me

Her words are my words

Plato’s theory disproving

Io veggio ben come ti tira uno e altro disio

Al the blessed dwell in

The Empyrean heaven

Show themselves in their own degree:

It’s a symbolic meaning

The writing of God

Fits to human understanding:

The church so symbolizes the angels

Like they were human

«Beatrice mi guardò»