From there, wrapped in his golden cloak, went to the Hymen
'infinite ether, heading for the ground
of Ciconia, where the voice of Orpheus invoked God in vain.
vain, yes, because God was, but not the words of the rite,
no joy in the face, without auspicious omens.
Even wielding the torch shone out only smoke, causing
tears, and, as shaken, not ever lifted flames. Bad Omen
the worst event: the young bride,
while wandering through the meadows in the company of a bevy of
Naiad, died, bitten by a snake at the heel.
long under the vault of the sky wept
the poet of Rhodope, but also to test the world of the dead,
did not hesitate to get up the river Styx to the door of Tenaro:
among crowds unreal, between the ghosts of the dead honored
came to the presence of Persephone and the gentleman holding the
seedy underworld. Singing the song
the strings of the lyre, so he said: "O, you who live in the world degl'Inferi,
where all of us, mortals, we must conclude, if one may
and let me tell you the truth, without subterfuge
an ambiguous talk, here I have not come down to see
the darkness of Tartarus or in chains to tighten the three gorges, bristling
snakes, which derives from the monster Medusa.
Case of the trip my wife, a viper, who had walked,
injected a poison into the body, that life in the flower was cut off.
I wished I could bear, and do not deny that I tried:
winning Love! Up there on the ground, is well known that a god;
if he is here too, I do not know, but at least I hope so:
if not invented the story of the ancient kidnapping, also
you were united by love. For these scary places,
for this huge gap, for the silence of this vast kingdom,
please, re-weave the fate of Eurydice prematurely broken!
Everything you need, and after a short stay on earth, sooner or later all
rush in this one place.
Here we are all direct and this is the final resting place, here and in humans
your domain will never end. Even
Euridice will be yours when all the way
will have taken the time it deserves: a pledge to ask you, not a gift.
If you then deny me the grace of fate, that's for sure: I will not go
: the death of both enjoy. "
While he expressed himself, accompanied by the sound of the lyre,
bloodless souls crying; Tantalus
left out of the water grab that eluded him, the wheel of Ixion stopped astonished,
vultures no longer in the liver Rosero Dude, they put the urn
nephews and Belo and you, Sisyphus, sedesti on your stone.
It is said that the Furies, touched by the hand, for the first time
then gets wet with tears down her cheeks. Neither had heart
queen and king of the abyss, to withhold his prayer, and called
Eurydice. In the shadow was just arrived, came forward and
slow pitch made from the wound.
Orpheus of the Rhodopes, taking her hand, was ordered
not look back until he was released from the valleys
Averno; room, if not, would be the gift. In
deathly quiet climb up a steep path
, dark, surrounded by impenetrable fog.
And now they were not far from the surface of the earth, when
, fearing that she did not follow him, anxious to look at her, her lover Orpheus
turned: she suddenly vanished nell'Averno;
tried, yes, holding out her arms, to grasp and be grasped, but nothing shook
, alas, that the air escaping.
dying again had no words of reproach for Orpheus
(of what he should complain, if not to be loved?)
for the last time he said 'goodbye', a farewell to his ears
just arrived, and fell back into the abyss from which saliva.
froze Orfeo for the double death of his wife,
as one who was terrified to see the head of Cerberus
half chained, and whose terror did not stop until
nature from having his body was turned to stone;
or Olen who blamed
and wanted to go to the offender, or you Letea unfortunate, too enamored of your beauty
: hearts undivided a time to love, now only
rocks that rise from the streams of Ida.
Orpheus begged in vain Charon to ferry again:
the pilot drove him away. For seven days he remained there
collapsed on the bank, without touching any gift of Ceres
pain, anguish and tears were his only food.
Then, after having cursed the cruelty of the gods Averno,
sull'Emo Rodopi and retired on the high windswept.
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