at the spring of Narcissus we paused, near the Sanctuary of Love; there we offered a trophy, the pelt of a young she-bear fixed by nails of gold to the temple wall, to Eros, that god who is wisest of all.
hartzeme baten larru bipildua eskaini genion jainko honi, jainkorik zuhurrenari, tenpluaren ormatik urrezko iltzez eskegitako trofeo gisa.