Of sinning more, than thee the hour surprised Of that good sorrow which to God reweds us, How hast thou come up hitherward already? I thought to find thee down there underneath, 993 Where time for time doth restitution make.” And he to me: “Thus speedily has led me To drink of the sweet wormwood of these torments, My Nella with her overflowing tears; 994 She with her prayers devout and with her sighs Has drawn me from the coast where one awaits, And from the other circles set me free. So much more dear and pleasing is to God My little widow, whom so much I loved, As in good works she is the more alone; For the Barbagia of Sardinia 995 By far more modest in its women is Than the Barbagia I have left her in. O brother sweet, what wilt thou have me say? A future time is in my sight already, To which this hour will not be very old, When from the pulpit shall be interdicted