Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes.
Handik urrun nengoela, maiz pentsatu nuen bi emakume haietaz, Ilunpeetako atea zainduz, artile beltza ehunduz hil-jantzi epel baterako bezala, bata jendea barrura sarraraziz, etengabe sarraraziz ezezagunerantz, bestea aurpegi alai inozoak aztertuz bere begi zahar arduragabeekin.