There we stood and shrieked with laughter over the gems that were ours, which had been found for us thousands of years ago by the patient delvers in the great hole yonder, and stored for us by Solomon's long-dead overseer, whose name, perchance, was written in the characters stamped on the faded wax that yet adhered to the lids of the chest.
Zutik eta algara bizian ari ginen gure harri bitxien ondoan, milaka urte lehenago pairamen handiko zulogileek guretzat hango zulo handian aurkitutakoak, eta aspaldi hildako Salomonen buruzagiren batek guretzat pilatuak; agian haren izena ezarrita zegoen oraindik kutxako estalkian erantsitako argizari higatuan.