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Through me you go into a city of weeping; Through me you go into eternal pain; Through me you go among the lost people. Justice moved my high maker; Divine power made me, Highest wisdom and primal love. Before me were no created things, Only eternals, and I eternal last. Abandon all hope, you who enter here. These words, dark in color, I saw written at the top of a gate; Whence I: Master, their meaning is hard to me. And he to me, as one experienced: Here all suspicion must be left behind; All cowardice must be extinguished. We have come to the place where I told you You would see the wretched people Who have lost the good of the intellect. And placing his hand on mine With a cheerful look that gave me comfort, He led me into the secret things. There sighs, complaints, and wails resounded Through the starless air, So that I too began to weep. Strange languages, horrible accents, Words of pain, tones of anger, Voices high and hoarse, with sounds of hands, Made a tumult that circles forever In that air, always dark, Like the sand when the whirlwind blows.