To-night, for the first time, I became conscious that the Romeo was hideous, and old, and painted, that the moonlight in the orchard was false, that the scenery was vulgar, and that the words I had to speak were unreal, were not my words, were not what I wanted to say.
Gaur gauean lehendabiziko aldiz etorri naiz jakinaren gainera, Romeo itsusia eta zaharra eta margotua zela; baratzeko ilargi argitasun hori faltsua zela, eszenatokia arrunta zela; eta nik esan behar nituen hitzak irrealak zirela, ez zirela nire hitzak, ez zela hura nik esan nahi nuena.