All Being within this order, by the laws
of its own nature is impelled to find
its proper station round its Primal Cause.
Thus every nature moves across the tide
of the great sea of being to its own port,
each with its given instinct as its guide.
This instinct draws the fire about the Moon.
It is the mover in the mortal heart.
It draws the earth together and makes it one.
Not only the brute creatures, but all those
possessed of intellect and love, this instinct
drives to their mark as a bow shoots forth its arrows.
The Providence that makes all things hunger here
satisfies forever with its light
the heaven within which whirls the fastest sphere.
by Dante Alighieri
English version by John Ciardi
Original Language Italian