Here powers failed my high imagination:But by now my desire and will were turned,Like a balanced wheel rotated evenly,By the Love that moves the sun and the other stars.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

Imagination, there on high—To high to breathe free, after such a climb—Had lost its power; but now, just like a wheelThat spins so evenly it measures timeBy space, the deepest wish that I could feelAnd all my will, were turning with the loveThat moves the sun and all the stars above.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.