So dear to me is the formless dream of which I have spoken, so dear to me are the impressions which it has left behind it, that I fear to touch the vision with anything new, lest it should dissolve in smoke.
Badirudi hain maitea dudala amets zatar hori eta horrek nigan utzitako zirrara guztiak, non beldur eta guzti ematen baitit zerbait berria ukitzeak, hura ketan desegingo ote den! Hain maitea al dut?