If Thou Follow Thy Star,

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

Through Me You Pass Into The City Of Woe: Through Me You Pass Into Eternal Pain: Through Me Among The People Lost For Aye. Justice The Founder Of My Fabric Moved: To Rear Me Was The Task Of Power Divine, Supremest Wisdom, And Primeval Love. Before Me Things Create Were None, Save Things Eternal, And Eternal I Shall Endure. All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

Nothing Which Is Harmonized By The Bond Of The Muse Can Be Changed From Its Own To Another Language Without Destroying Its Sweetness

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.