but instantly the voice of mystery whispers to me, "Thou shalt cease to be!" the angel of Death touches me with his wing, and the systole of the soul floods the depths of my spirit with the blood of divinity.
"Izateari utziko diok". Herioaren Aingeruak bere hegoaz ukitzen nau eta arimaren sistoleak izpirituaren erraiak itotzen dizkit jainkotasunezko odoletan.