Though I love you, that enchanting sound, which I so much delighted in repeating, when I could hear it, in my turn; that sweet word which sufficed for my felicity, no longer offers me, if you are altered, but eternal despair.
Entzun nezakeenean nik ere plazerraren plazerrez errepikatzen nuen maite zaitut hark, ele hain ezti hark, nire zorionak askietsiak, ez dit jadanik, baldin aldatu bazara, etsipen eternalaren irudia baizik eskaintzen.