III:

 Through me you pass into the city of woe
 Through me you pass into eternal pain
 All hope abandon, ye who enter here

 Accents of anger, voices hoarse
 Made up a tumult that forever whirls

 From his bounds heaven drove them forth
 Hell receives them

 No hope may entertain
 The tribe of those ill spirits both
 To god displeasing and to his foes

 Mercy and justice scorn them both
 God and their parents they blasphemed

 Drawn to the cursed strand
 That every man must pass
 Who fears not god

 Charon, demoniac form
 With eyes of burning coal
 Collects them all

IV:

 Now let us to the blind world there beneath
 And entering the first circle that surrounds the abyss
 No plaint was heard, except of sighs
 Not caused by tortures, but from grief
 For these defects and for no other evil
 We are lost, desiring without hope

 And to a part I come where no light shines