As soon as I thought of the scholar's house, a picture of Elizabeth came to my mind, as beautiful as she had looked standing before the Segantini cloud. I realized what a large role she had played in my longing and melancholy.
Etxe hartan pentsatzen jarri nintzen bezain laster, izpirituz Elisabeth ikusi nuen, eder, Segantiniren hodeiaren aurrean zegoen moduan, eta supituki konturatu nintzen zenbateraino zen nire joran eta melankoliaren parte.