The mountains we had crossed now loomed high above our heads, and Sheba's Breasts were veiled modestly in diaphanous wreaths of mist. As we went the country grew more and more lovely.
Gurutzatutako mendiak geure buruen gainean ikusten ziren marraztuta, eta Sabaren Bularrak lotsaturik baleude bezala estalita zeuden laino borobil gardenez. Aurrera egin ahala mendialdea gero eta politagoa zen.