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Dal ciel discesce, e col mortal suo, poi

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Dal ciel discesce, e col mortal suo, poi
che visto ebbe l'inferno giusto e 'l pio,
ritornò vivo a còntemplare Dio,
per dar di tutto il vero lume a noi:

Lucente stella, che co' raggi suoi
fe chiaro, a torto, el nido ove naqqu' io;
nè sare 'l premio tutto 'l mondo rio:
Tu sol, che la creasti, esser quel puoi.

Di Dante dico, che mal conosciute
fur l'opre suo da quel popolo ingrato,
che solo a' iusti manca di salute.

Fuss' io pur lui! C'a tal fortuna nato,
per l'aspro esilio suo, son la virtute,
dare' del mondo il più felice stato.


Translation(s): CAT ENG FRE GER RUS

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Спустившись с неба, в тленной плоти, он

Language: Russian (Русский) after the Italian (Italiano)

Спустившись с неба, в тленной плоти, он
Увидел ад, обитель искупленья,
И жив предстал для божья лицезренья,
И нам поведал все, чем умудрен.

Лучистая звезда, чьим озарен
Сияньем край, мне данный для рожденья, -
Ей не от мира ждать вознагражденья,
Но от тебя, кем мир был сотворен.

Я говорю о Данте: не нужны
Озлобленной толпе его созданья, -
Ведь для нее и высший гений мал.

Будь я, как он! О, будь мне суждены
Его дела и скорбь его изгнанья, -
Я б лучшей доли в мире не желал!


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