As oxen who goes in pair under the yoke, I walked close to that soul
so much that she was very beautiful, but then my Master says to me: 
"Quit this soul and advances, you must carry your boat by yourself." 

I rectified myself of all my size, as it is necessary to walk, although my thoughts 
remained depressed and humiliated. I had left and I followed readily the paces of my Master, 
and we showed both of us, how much we were light, when he says to me: 
"Look  more, at the bottom. And, to make your journey less tiring, 
see the place where you put your steps." 

Such that are preserved, engraved on the tombs, the memory of the deaths, I saw there, drawings of artist 
of a perfect representation, all the road that made an overhang along the mountain.
I saw on one side a Virgin, more tempting than a goddess, let herself court by an angel. 
I saw much further, a swarm of cherubins full of audacity, cherish the denuded breast of Venus. 
I saw scenes from the Parnassus, these places where poets and Muses have pleasure together, 
and their bodies tangled up in the licence of love. I also saw two naked beings and shy of being as such, 
as if they were made of living flesh, of which it seemed to me that one was Adam and the other Eve. 

Oh beautiful Suzanne! how appetizing are your flesh that you carry this way to the bath 
and which invite me to follow you. Oh insane Arachne! I see you sad almost a spider, on the remains 
of the work which was woven for your misfortune. Oh adorable Leda! how your stripped fleshs 
were appetizing to me and that I would have hoped to be the Swan to allure you and cherish you. 

He still showed me the drawings on the hard pavement, and how Alexandre had allured 
the beautiful and bewitching  Roxanne. He showed me the cruel Jupiter transforming himslef into a bull, 
to better rapt and raped the inoffensive Europe. He also showed me how the Troyans suffered
the rape of the Horse, and their death, and the remains of their tortured bodies. I saw Babylon 
in ashes and ruins: the women and the girls subjected to the lewd furies of Alexandre. 

Who were these Masters of the brush and the stylet who drew the figures and the features, 
which are there, an object of astonishment for the most subtle genius? Deaths appeared dead, 
livings appeared living ones; whom who saw the real scenes did not see better than I, 
what I pressed under my feet, as long as I walked bending. And now be proud, go, 
sons of Eve, your face proud, and do not lower your face to see the bad path that you follow! 

Baudelaire, who went in front of me, always attentive, suddenly says to me: 
"Raise your head!
 It is not the  time any more, to go as such in such a badly assured step. See over there this angel 
who approaches to us; simulate the respect on your face and in your gestures, so that 
it is pleasant for him to lead us higher; understand whereas, that this day will be the last one." 

The beautiful creature approached towards us, dressed in white, and her face was scintillating 
like the morning star. She opened her arms, then her wings and thus 
I saw everything in her, and she says to us:
"Come, the steps are near from here, and from now on, you will be able to easily  climb them, 
having overcome pride in you. Oh you of human race! why fall as such, to the least wind?"

She led us from the cap Trinity to Eternity, at the place where the rock falls deeply; 
there, with the tip of her tit, she tattooed my face; then she ensured me of an easy ride up.

 As we turned to this place, some voices sang: 
"Beati pauperes spiritu" 
with so much sweetness, that no word could express it. 
Ah! how much these passages, differs from those of hell! Because here one penetrates among the songs 
and over there, attacked by barbarians musics. Already, we climbed the sacred steps 
and it seemed to me that I was much lighter. 
"Master, tell me, of what weight did I was relieved, 
so that while walking, I  feel almost no more, any tiredness?" 

And my Master answered to me: 
"When the P's that the angel engraved on your face,  will have all been erased, 
you will not feel any more tiredness and your feet will push you always higher." 

Then, I did like do the people who advance, without knowing what they carry to their head, 
but whom, others, observe the presence; so, with the fingers of my right hand, 
I found only six of the letters that the angel, carrier of the keys, had engraved 
on my temples; and while looking at me doing that, my guide was delighted.