Now onward goes, along a narrow path 133 Between the torments and the city wall, My Master, and I follow at his back. “O power supreme, that through these impious circles Turnest me,” I began, “as pleases thee, Speak to me, and my longings satisfy; The people who are lying in these tombs, Might they be seen? already are uplifted The covers all, and no one keepeth guard.” And he to me: “They all will be closed up When from Jehosaphat they shall return Here with the bodies they have left above. Their cemetery have upon this side With Epicurus all his followers, 134 Who with the body mortal make the soul; But in the question thou dost put to me, Within here shalt thou soon be satisfied, And likewise in the wish thou keepest silent.” And I: “Good Leader, I but keep concealed From thee my heart, that I may speak the less, Nor only now hast thou thereto disposed me.” “O Tuscan, thou who through the city of fire