How often have I watched, and longed to imitate, when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had shipped his oars and lay stretched out on his back, his head down, in the bottom of his boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky which slipped quietly above him, shewing upon his features a foretaste of happiness and peace.
Zenbat bider ikusi nuen, eta zenbat bider, neure kasa bizitzeko aske nendinean, hura imitatzeko desira sentitu, arraunlariren bat, lemari jareginda, bere txaluparen hondoan ahoz gora etzanda, burua beheiti, txalupa jitoan utzita, bere gainetik astiro joan zihoàn zerua beste ikuskizunik gabe, zorionaren eta bakearen aurre-dasta bizia begitartean ageri.