Inferno I, 55-60
dark cave on the right
che, venendomi 'ncontro, a poco a poco
Which, coming on against me by degrees
bone-ribbed flying machine
mi ripigneva là dove 'l sol tace.
Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent.
hands holding stick-frame gizmo
E qual è quei che volontieri acquista,
And as he is who willingly acquires,
pincer tool resting against workbench
e giugne 'l tempo che perder lo face,
And the time comes that causes him to lose,
hunched figure's back at workbench
che 'n tutti suoi pensier piange e s'attrista;
Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent,
plate with bread
tal mi fece la bestia sanza pace,
E'en such made me that beast withouten peace,