non seges est infra, non vinea culta, sed audax Cerberus et Stygiae navita turpis aquae; illic pertusisque genis ustoque capillo errat ad obscuros pallida turba lacus.
Below there are neither cornlands nor well-kept vineyards; only wild Cerberus and the ill-favoured mariner of the stream of Styx. There wanders a sallow throng beside the dusky pools with eyeless sockets and fire-ravaged hair.
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