Now the man who is dead was a poor dependant of mine who worked for us as a field labourer on our farm in Naxos, and one day in a fit of drunken passion he got into a quarrel with one of our domestic servants and slew him.
Hildakoa nire jornalari bat zen, eta Naksosen lurra lantzen ari ginenez, gurean ari zen han jornalaren truke lanean.