She let herself glide along with Lamartine meanderings, listened to harps on lakes, to all the songs of dying swans, to the falling of the leaves, the pure virgins ascending to heaven, and the voice of the Eternal discoursing down the valleys.
Beraz meandro lamartinianoetara labaintzen utzi zion bere buruari, entzun zituen laku gainetan harpak, zisne hiltzearren kantu guztiak, hostoen erorketa guztiak, zerura igotzen diren birjina garbiak, eta Eternalaren ahotsa ibarretan barrena barreiatzen.