In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was wholly lost
Love, which insists that love shall mutual be.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
The experience of this sweet life.
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.
The purpose of the whole (work) is to remove those who are living in this life from a state of wretchedness and lead them to the state of blessedness.
Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.