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I came to a place devoid of light that moans like a tempestuous sea

when it is buffeted by warring winds.

The hellish storm that never ceases drives the spirits with its force

and whirling and striking

it molests them. When they come to the ruins there are shouts

moaning and crying

where they blaspheme against divine power.

I learnt that the carnal sinners are condemned to these torments

they who subject their reason to their lust.

And as their wings carry the starlings

in a vast crowded flock in the cold season

so that wind carries the wicked spirits

and leads them here and there and up and down.

No hope of rest or even lesser torment comforts them.

And as the cranes go making their sounds

forming a long flight of themselves in the air

so I saw the shadows come moaning

carried by that war of winds.