Endless sarabands ran through her head, and, like an Indian dancing girl on the flowers of a carpet, her thoughts leapt with the notes, swung from dream to dream, from sadness to sadness.
Etengabeko zarabandak iragaiten ziren bere buruan, eta, tapiz bateko loreen gainean dantzari bat bezala, bere pentsamenduak jauzi egiten zuen notekin batera, ametsik amets kulunkatzen zen, tristurarik tristura.