Without hope we live in desire.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people
If you give people light, they will find their own way.