I ended by avoiding ruins; the noblest monuments of the past were less to me than those sunk gardens of the Latomie whose lemons have the sharp sweetness of oranges-or the shores of the Cyane, still flowing among the papyri as blue as on the day when it wept for Proserpine.
Hondakinetatik ihes egitera iritsi nintzen; iraganeko monumenturik ederrenak baino nahiago nituen Latomiak deritzen baratzeak, nongo limoiek laranjen gazi-gozoa daukaten, edota Cyane-ren ur-bazterrak, Proserpineren erosta eragin zuenekoan bezain urdin, papyrus artean.