... 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"