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You struggled and competed in the world-- defeated Your enemies, the mad and the foolish, conquered unjust wretched death; with nothing but Your naked wounded hands you opened and then locked the gates of hell, with stunning courage chained down the savage and cruel, built a steep narrow path to take us to You and your Father in the courts of Paradise--the acts of a wise king; but to recover my shattered mind, force open a heart learned in hardness, to quench my proud will and deceitful desires, reawake humble real wishes to reach You, these things only Your goodness can do |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXXIX:289 & B S1:92:131 (different; B: "chiudendo le tartaree porte"; V "aprendo ..."). See also R XIII:422 (V with variants). MSs L, V2, A. Pr, R RA Ve2; Valgrisi 93. Key |
