You’ll leave behind you all you hold most dear. And this will be the grievous arrow barb that exile, first of all, will shoot your way. - Dante Alighieri

You shall leave everything you love most dearly:
this is the arrow that the bow of exile
shoots first.

-And I- my head oppressed by horror- said:
Master, what is it that i hear? Who are those people so defeated by their pain?

- And he to me:
This miserable way is taken by the sorry souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

Beyond the sphere that hath the widest gyre
Passeth the sigh that leaves my heart below...