From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;
Ohitura zuen bezala zigarrotxo kontaezinak erretzen, Lord Henry Wotton-ek, oihal persa batez ornatuta zegoen diban haren ertzean eserita, bere aurrez-aurre jaso zezakeen, erratz-lore baten ezti koloreko lore ezti-bezain-gozo haien diztira. Zaila ematen zuen sinestea, ardaska dardarti haiek, halako edertasun gartsuaren kargari eusteko gauza izan zitezkeenik.