...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.