Look where we would there was no rock or tree, nothing but an unending glare, rendered dazzling by the heated air that danced over the surface of the desert as it dances over a red-hot stove.
Batera nahiz bestera begiratu eta ez zen ez harkaitzik, ez zuhaitzik ikusten, argitasun amaigabea besterik ez, itsugarria, basamortuko lurraren gainean dantzan zebilena aire sargoriaren eraginez, berogailu gori batek aurrean izaten duena bezalakoa.