Paradise Lost, Book I Paragraph 3: Lucifer talks to Beelzebub

Orignal:





If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light [ 85 ]
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd [ 90 ]
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those,
Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage [ 95 ]
Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along [ 100 ]
Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? [ 105 ]
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might [ 110 ]
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath [ 115 ]
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more successful hope resolve [ 120 ]
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.


My Transliteration:

If you are Beelzebub but Oh, how fallen, how changed from yourself!  In the happy Realms of Light, you dressed in transcendence!  You did outshine myriads’ angels of heaven as bright as they  were!  Then, I spoke of mutual defiance, of thoughts united and counsels aimed in the hope, through hazardous, in a Glorious Enterprise against YHWH to you.  Now I see misery joined in balanced ruin. This!  A grave as deep as heaven is high, to prove YHWH with his unassailable Voice is more potent?  Did we know the strength of his dire Arms?  To me it matters not.  Though they also change me in Outward Light, my mind   with mighty disdain fixed, from my sense of injury and perspective of rebel angles who also hate  God's Tyranny.  They preferred Lucifer against God's absolute power on the fields of Heaven's War, which tumults shook.  His throne, but we have lost that field, and so what? Lost, not us, we possess our unconquerable Will  and our long study of revenge, infinite hate, and the courage never to submit or yield. Is there anything else we cannot achieve?  They will never extort my Glory from YHWH.  To live on my knees for His sake, for His Exaltation because I fear His Arms, that Hypocrite?  Neither can my eternal substance fail!   We have lost nothing in Arms, in our campaign, and with experience we may gain the advantage, either by force, or by subtlety an everlasting battle with YHWH.  He, who now is triumphant and take with Him all the excessive Joys of Heaven . . .