For this love or pity for yourself, this intense despair, bred of the consciousness that just as before you were born you were not, so after your death you will cease to be, will lead you to pity-that is, to love-all your fellows and brothers in this world of appearance, these unhappy shadows who pass from nothingness to nothingness, these sparks of consciousness which shine for a moment in the infinite and eternal darkness.
Izan ere, heure buruari dioan maitasun edo erruki horretatik, desesperantza trinko horretatik, jaio aurretik izan ez hintzenez, era berean hil eta gero ere izango ez haizelako, agerkerian dituan hurko eta neba-arreba guztiez errukitzera, hau da, beren ezerezetik beren ezerezera desfilatzen diren itzal miserable horiek, kontzientzi txinpartak betierekoaren ilunbe mugagabeetan une batez distira egiten dutenak maitatzera, pasatzen haiz.