Canto V of the Purgatory

Oh you who comes from Heavan!
Why do you steal from me, this son of Allah?
Only the imbeciles accept to die for a cause.

 Io era già da quell'ombre partito,
e seguitava l'orme del mio duca,
quando di retro a me, drizzando 'l dito,

  una gridò: «Ve' che non par che luca
lo raggio da sinistra a quel di sotto,
e come vivo par che si conduca!».

  Li occhi rivolsi al suon di questo motto,
e vidile guardar per maraviglia
pur me, pur me, e 'l lume ch'era rotto.

  «Perché l'animo tuo tanto s'impiglia»,
disse 'l maestro, «che l'andare allenti?
che ti fa ciò che quivi si pispiglia?

I followed the traces of my guide when, behind me
and showing me with his finger, a soul told to the others: 
"See that the ray do not shine, on the left of the one of them both, 
who is the nearest and who seems to be alive!" 
I was astonished to be the only one thus, my Master reproach it to me: 
"Why your spirit is worried because of your singularity, whereas you should take pride of it?
 Let say those, who do not know or do not want to be distinguished from the others." 

The intrigued souls approached and one of them challenged me as follows: 
"Oh soul who goes towards happiness with these members that you had at your birth, 
slow down your steps a little! Look  if you never saw one of us 
so that you carry, over there, of his news! All, we perished formerly of violent death, 
but left the life in peace with God, and we are anxious to see 
Him." 

I answered to these worry souls: 
"I do not recognize any of you but tell me what you like, which is in my power and I will do it." 
One of them then started as follows: 
"I who speaks only before the others, if you know this country south of England and whose name is Belfast, 
know that I was shredded by a bomb come from nowhere; that day,  arrogant orangists defiled and other sinister shadows
 hides in the alleys. I fought for a cause, my assassins also, undoubtedly, which, I know it since,  was not worth 
the sorrow of it. Tell to them, if they still have any consciousness, that only the imbeciles agree to die for a cause." 

Then, to another, whose name was Ahmed: 
"What force or what hazard moved you away so far from Algiers
that one never knew nothing about the author of your death." 

And he answered me:
"At the foot of the Kabyles I fled, my children, my wife and also my friends, my throat cut off 
by soldiers of God who shouted: "Allah akbar", I fell and there remained only my flesh. 
I will tell you the truth, the angel of God took me and the angel of  Hell shouted: 
"Oh you who comes from Heaven! Why do you steal from me, this son of Allah?" 
"And the angel of Heaven answered him: 
"I reserve to you, those who flee in front of the crime and also, 
those who cannot fight it. Repeat that to the mortals who remain on earth."

Then  another said: 
"Ah! do that this desire is carried out, which attracts you towards the top of the mountain! 
And second mine, with your pity. I was from Bosnia and neither Clinton, nor Milosevich, 
nor the UNO where concerned about me."

 I asked him then: 
"What force or what evil has mislaid you so far from Pristina 
that  one could never recognize you among the skeletons of the mass grave?" 

And he answered: 
"I could not say who they were but they were soldiers and I still hear the "taratata" 
of the sinister kalachnikovs mowing and shredding the men; I still hear the tears of the women 
and the children, remained over there in the thatched cottages;
 I believe I hear the tears of my wife; if you see my wife, speak to her about me."

 "Ah!, when you will returned on earth, and be rested from your long voyage, "
told me another soul  who seemed to be a lady: 
"Remember me who was burned, no one knowns why, but not all, because it has been a day 
of mass hysteria; I bequeath you my ring of witch, keep it in memory of me, because I know you 
worthier to carry it, than those who have fear it without knowing why."