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PARADISE LOST LIBRO VI
Hurled lo and fro with jaculation dire
That underground they fought ín dismal shade:
Infernal noise! war seemed a civil game
To this uproar: horrid confusión heaped
Upon confusión rose. And now all Heaven
Had gonc to wrack. with ruin overspread. 670
Had not th' Almighty Father. where he sits
Shrined in his sanctuary of Heaven secure.
Consulting on the sum of things. foreseen
This tumult. and permitted all, advised.
That his great purpose he might so fulfil.
To honour his anointed Son, avenged
Upong his cnemies. and to declare
All power on him transferred: whence to his Son.
Th' assesor of his throne. he thus began:-
'"EITulgence of my glorv. Son belovcd. 680
Son in whose face invisible is beheld
Visibly. what by Deity I am.
And in whose hand what by decree I do.
Second Omnipotence! two days are passed.
Two days, as we compute the days of Heaven.
Since Michael and his Powers went forth to tame
These disobedicnt. Sore hath been their fight.
As likeliest was when two such Ibes met armed:
For to themselves I left them: and thou know'st
Equal in their creation they were formed. 690
Save what sin hath impaired-which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for I suspend their doom:
Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
Endless, and no solution will be found.
War wearied hath perfomed what war can do.
And to disordered rage let loose the rcins.
With mountains. as with weapons. armed: which makes
Wild work in Heaven. and dangerous to the main.
Two days are. therefore. passed: the third is thine:
For thee I have ordained it. and thus far 700
Havc suffered, that the glory mav be thine
Of cnding this great war. since none but thou
Can end it. Into thee such virtue and grace
Immense I have transfused. that all may know
Lanzados de ambos lados con tal furia
Que. abajo, en triste sombra se luchaba:
¡Un Infierno: Lo de antes era juego!
Horrible confusión amontonada
Surgia en confusión. Todos los Cielos
Hubieran naufragado en la ruina
Si el Padre Poderoso que se sienta
En seguro y celeste santuario.
Contemplando las cosas, no previera
Tal tumulto, admitiéndolo, de modo
Que pudiera lograr su gran propósito
De honrar al Unigénito, vengado
De cualquier enemigo, y declarar
Que le da sus poderes. A su Hijo.
De su Trono participe, le dice:
“Hijo amado, reflejo de nn gloria
En tu faz se contempla lo invisible
De manera visible: mi deidad
Y en tu mano lo que hago por decreto
¡Segunda omnipotencia! Van dos días
-Según se cuentan dias en el Ciclo-
Que Miguel y sus huestes domestican
Al rebelde. La guerra ha sido cruel
Como era de esperar con tales fuerzas.
Los dejé a su albedrío y ya conoces
Que por naturaleza son iguales
Si no es lo que el pecado ha producido.
Sin verse, pues aun debo sentencia:
Por eso la batalla será eterna
Y no se encontrará la solución.
La fatigosa guerra dio lo suyo
Soltando las riendas de la rabia
Y montes como dardos. Por lo cual
Los cielos son locura, el orbe, riesgo.
Van dos días. El tuyo es el tercero
Para tí lo pensé y hasta el momento
Callé pues tuya debe ser la gloria
De acabar esta guerra. Nadie mas
Puede hacerlo: tal gracia y tal virtud
Te transmito que todos pueden ver