Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.
Han zagok nire ni hori, bere augure-makila lizarrezkoaz, sandalia mailegatuetan, egunez itsaso zurbil baten ertzean, inor begira izan gabe, izar bitxien erreinu baten pean gau ubelean ibilki.