Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.
He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.