Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day;
Gizona hil arren, munduak, aldi berean ama eta bere eraikuntza duenak, irauten du. Izena ahaztuko da, baina hark arnasa hartzeko zuen haize berak mendietako pinudi tontorrak mugieraziko ditu, hark esandako hitzen oihartzuna entzungo da zeru zabalean; haren garunean sortutako burutapenak gaur arte iritsi zaizkigu;