... Thus said I and when he had moved,
I entered on the deep and savage way
There sighs, complaints, ululations loud
Resounded in the air, a gloomy air without stars
Languages diverse, horrible dialects and
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And the voices high and hoarse, with the sound of hands
Through the gate of hell is the way
to the dolent city forever
Waves of tears and hard is the pain
wandering among the dark people lost
Dangling my limbs across the trail
to the dolent city forever
Life is lost and hope is over
Walking last step to eternal dole
and here melancholy souls,
of those who lived without infamy or praise
"Speak not of them, Look and pa**"
An incredible horde,
chasing flag and running unceasingly
And I beheld the shade of him who made through
cowardice the great refusal
Black sail is coming, steered by an ancient beard
roughly shut up by my guide
"it's how is wanted there where all wished can be,
dare not asking furthermore"
"Don't expect to face the sky
I'll take you to the other side
into the dark of forever
among frost and fire"
Through the gate of hell is the way
to the dolent city forever
Waves of tears and hard is the pain
wandering among the dark people lost
Dangling my limbs across the trail
to the dolent city forever
Life is lost and hope is over
Walking last step to eternal dole
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"