I AM THE WAY INTO THE CITY OF WOE.
I AM THE WAY TO A FORSAKEN PEOPLE.
I AM THE WAY INTO ETERNAL SORROW.
SACRED JUSTICE MOVED MY ARCHITECT.
I WAS RAISED HERE BY DIVINE OMNIPOTENCE,
PRIMORDIAL LOVE AND ULTIMATE INTELLECT.
ONLY THOSE ELEMENTS TIME CANNOT WEAR
WERE MADE BEFORE ME, AND BEYOND TIME I STAND.
ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE.
Also, the Gustave Dore prints have always fascinated me.
I like the Ciardi translation best, too. There have been several others since then, but his still holds first place, IMHO.
PER ME SI VA NELLA CITTA DOLENTE
PER ME SI VA NELL'ETTERNO DOLORE
PER ME SI VA TRA LA PERDUTA GENTE
LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA, VOI CH'INTRATE
(pardon the mistakes...did it from memory)