At once, as far as angels ken, he views
The dismal situation waste and wild.
A dungeon horrible, on all side round
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No lights, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture with out end.
In an instant, with all his angelic vision,
Looking across the horizon, I saw a sad wind filled the air and a vast expanse.
The terrible dungeon surrounded him from all sides,
Like a great furnace blazing with fire, but that flame
But it doesn't shine, it's just a gray patch.
But can recognize the scene of suffering there,
A tragic situation and a sad shadow.
Peace and rest will never stop there,
Hope reaches everything but nowhere.
A beautiful girl thought the world was peaceful and beautiful, but she was bullied by others.