|All hope abandon, ye who enter here!|
|Avarice, envy, pride,|
Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all
|Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.|
|There is no greater sorrow|
Than to be mindful of the happy time
|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.