Midway upon my own journey
I found myself in a dark forest
For the straightforward pathway had been lost
I could not understand where I was!
More and more becomes a dark path
I cannot get out of it
And the darkness falling down on me
Will not let me chance, I have to stop!
... And I wake up in the sun
I began to climb the mountain
But three beasts obstructing my path
Hungry lion, she-wolf and a panther light
They have forced me down from the hill
Suddenly appeared a dark shape
Ghost or man? I could not know
Was my master, a great poet
Who has lived in Rome, so here's Virgilio!
... And here he's there, in front of me
And I said to him "Have you pity on me"
And he to me, calmly rea**uring he said
"Rise up
And follow me to hell, where you could meet
Ancient spirits, you'll see
Hopefuls in flames
And then
If you want to ascend
A worthy soul will take and guide you on"