I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.