To me my Leader: These no more will rise
Before the sound of the angelic Trump.
When they the pow'rful Enemy will see
Of wicked act, then ev'ry one recourse
Will have unto their melancholy place
Or Sepulture, will reassume their flesh
And form, and their eternal Judgment hear.
[tr. Rogers (1782), l. 88ff]

"Those," cried the Bard, "shall slumber out their fate,
'Till, from the confines of the heav'nly state,
The Hierarch's trump shall thunder thro' the deep:
Then cloath'd again in vests of humble clay,
The hideous band shall rise upon the day,
And down return, their endless doom to weep."
[tr. Boyd (1802), st. 18]

When thus my guide: “No more his bed he leaves,
Ere the last angel-trumpet blow. The Power
Adverse to these shall then in glory come,
Each one forthwith to his sad tomb repair,
Resume his fleshly vesture and his form,
And hear the eternal doom re-echoing rend
The vault.”
[tr. Cary (1814)]

"Henceforth he wakes mo more," the master said,
"Until the angelic trumpet burst the gloom;
When He shall come, the avenging Power they dread,
These shall revisit each his joyless tomb,
Put on his flesh and form, and hear the sound
That thunders through eternity his doom."
[tr. Dayman (1843)]

And my Guide said to me: "He wakes no more until the angel's trumpet sounds; when the adverse Power shall come,
each shall revisit his sad grave; shall resume his flesh and form; shall hear that which resounds to all eternity."
[tr. Carlyle (1849)]

The leader said, "No more will he awake
From hence, till the angelic trumpet break
His sleep, when comes their inimical power.
Each will revisit then his mournful tomb,
Self reinvest, in form of flesh be found,
Hear of eternity the thunder-sound."
[tr. Bannerman (1850)]

And my guide said to me -- "He wakes no more,
Till at the sound of the angelic trump,
When the Great Pow'r Antagonist shall come.
Then each shall find again his gloomy tomb,
Each shall resume his flesh and earhtly form,
Each hear what through eternity shall peal."
[tr. Johnston (1867)]

And the Guide said to me: "He wakes no more
⁠This side the sound of the angelic trumpet;
⁠When shall approach the hostile Potentate.
Each one shall find again his dismal tomb,
⁠Shall reassume his flesh and his own figure,
⁠Shall hear what through eternity re-echoes."
[tr. Longfellow (1867)]

And my Leader said to me, "He rises up no more on this side the sound of the angelic trump. When the power that is their foe shall come, each will find again his sorry tomb, will take again his flesh and his own shape, will hear that which thunders in eternity."
[tr. Butler (1885)]

And the Leader said to me, “He wakes no more this side the sound of the angelic trump. When the hostile Sovereign shall come, each one will find again his dismal tomb, will take again his flesh and his shape, will hear that which through eternity reechoes.”
[tr. Norton (1892)]

And my guide said to me: "He waketh no more until the sounding of the archangel's trumpet. When the enemy shall come in his power, each will find again his joyless sepulchre, will take unto himself again his flesh and form, and hear the sound whose echoes ring throughout eternity."
[tr. Sullivan (1893)]

And said to me my guide: "No more he wakens
On this side of the sound of the trump angelic,
What time the hostile magistrate comes hither:
Each one shall find again his tomb of sorrow;
Each shall take up again his flesh and features;
Shall hear what doom resounds for everlasting."
[tr. Griffith (1908)]

And my Leader said to me: "He wakes no more till the osunding of the angel's trumpet, when the adverse Judge shall come; each shall find again the sad tomb and take again his flesh and form and hear that which echoes in eternity."
[tr. Sinclair (1939)]

My Guide spoke to me: "No more from that bed
he wakes until the angel trumpet sounds
When the stern Power shall make his advent dread.
They shall revisit then their sad grave-mounds,
And each his flesh and his own shape resume,
And hear what through eternity resounds."
[tr. Binyon (1943)]

Then spake my guide: "He'll rouse no more," he said,
"'Till the last loud angelic trumpet's sounding;
For when the Enemy Power shall come arrayed
Each soul shall seek its own grave's mournful mounding,
Put on once more its earthly flesh and feature,
And hear the Doom eternally redounding."
[tr. Sayers (1949)]

And my Guide to me: "He will not wake again
until the angel trumpet sounds the day
on which the host shall come to judge all men.
Then shall each soul before the seat of Mercy
return to its sad grave and flesh and form
to hear the edict of Eternity."
[tr. Ciardi (1954)]

And my leader said to me, "He wakes no more until the angel's trumpet sounds and the hostile Power comes, when each shall find again his dismal tomb and take again his flesh and form, and hear that which resounds to all eternity."
[tr. Singleton (1970)]

My guide then said to me: "He'll wake no more
until the day the angel's trumpet blows,
when the unfriendly Judge shall come down here;
each soul shall find again his wretched tomb,
assume his flesh and take his human shape,
and hear his fate resound eternally."
[tr. Musa (1971)]

And my guide said to me: "He'll rise no more
until the blast of the angelic trumpet
upon the coming of the hostile Judge:
each one shall see his sorry tomb again
and once again take on his flesh and form,
and hear what shall resound eternally."
[tr. Mandelbaum (1980)]

My guide said to me: "He will not wake again
Until he hears the sound of the angel's trumpet
At the arrival of the enemy power:
Each one will see once more his bitter grave,
Will put on once again his flesh and shape,
Will hear what echoes through eternity."
[tr. Sisson (1981)]

"He will not wake again," my master said,
"Until the angel's conclusive trumpet sounds
And the hostile Power comes -- and the waiting dead
Wake to go searching for their unhappy tombs:
And resume again the form and flesh they had,
And hear that which eternally resounds.
[tr. Pinsky (1994)]

And my leader said to me: "Never again will he arise this side of the angelic trumpet, when he will see the enemy governor:
each will see again his sad tomb, will take again his flesh and his shape, will hear what resounds eternally."
[tr. Durling (1996)]

My leader said, "He sleeps again, and will
Until angelic trumpet rouses all,
When their Great Foe last judgment shall fulfill:
Each will find their sorry burial ground,
Will take again their bodies, flesh and form,
Then hear His doom eternally resound.
[tr. Ericsson (2001)]

And my guide said to me: "He will not stir further, until the angelic trumpet sounds, when the Power opposing evil will come: each will revisit his sad grave, resume his flesh and form, and hear what will resound through eternity."
[tr. Kline (2002)]

"He'll wake no more until the angel's trump,"
my master said. "When comes the Potentate
with all due panoply and legal pomp,
each soul will be required to gravitate
back to its grave, to take no fl>esh and blood again
and hear its doom reverberate."
[tr. Carson (2002)]

My leader now addressed me: "He'll not stir
until the trumpets of the angels sound,
at which his enemy, True Power, will come.
Then each will see once more his own sad tomb,
and each, once more, assume its flesh and figure,
each hear the rumbling thunder roll for ever."
[tr. Kirkpatrick (2006)]

And my leader said: "He wakes no more
until angelic trumpets sound
the advent of the hostile Power
Then each shall find again his miserable tomb,
shall take again his flesh and form,
and hear the judgment that eternally resounds."
[tr. Hollander/Hollander (2007)]

Then my leader told me: "He will not wake
Again until the angel blows his horn
And He who hates evil comes, and everyone takes
The shape and flesh with which we men are born,
Drawing it back from the wretched tomb where it lies,
And all will hear what will echo forever more."
[tr. Raffel (2010)]

Virgil said, "He won't wake again
Until an angel with a trumpet signals the adversarial Judge
Has arrived and the tribunal is about to begin.
At that point, each wil find him- or herself in a dismal cell
In human form and human flesh,
Ears tuned to a decree that will last for eternity.
[tr. Bang (2012)]

My Leader said: "Until the air is rent
By angel's trumpet -- and the dead shall find
Their graves take fleshly form, and hear resound
The internal echoes, as shall be decreed
By the Last Judge -- this one, held by his ground,
Will never wake up again. Shall we proceed?"
[tr. James (2013), l. 100ff]