The notes of the old music with its external dignity and sanctity had called to life all the exalted enchantment and enthusiasm of youth. I had sat in the lofty choir, sad and abstracted, a guest for an hour of this noble and blessed world which once had been my home.
Musika zaharraren doinuek, haren bikaintasun eta santutasunak, gaztetako ozentasunak, lilurak eta eiagorak piztu zizkidaten, elizako koruan triste eta baitaraturik, garai batean nire aberri izandako mundu horretan ordu betez hartu nuen ostatu.