So did they move around the sorry circle
from left and right to the opposing point;
again, again they cried their chant of scorn;

and so, when each of them had changed positions,
he circled halfway back to his next joust.
And I, who felt my heart almost pierced through,

requested: “Master, show me now what shades
are these and tell me if they all were clerics—
those tonsured ones who circle on our left.”