XLIV

 

Oi, urte guzti oiek igaro ta

   zure etxera itzuli,

Itsas-bazter gañetik

   Dorre aundi argidunak ikusi,

Itzaldeko aize-eman irautia somatu,

   Eguzki bero ta urre-bistua ere,

Zu ainbateko diranak edo ez,

   Guztiekin itz egiñaz.

 

 

 

XLIV

Oh, to come home to your country / After long years away, / To see the tall shining towers / Rise over the rim of the bay, / To feel the west wind steadily blowing / And the sunshine golden and hot, / To speak to each man as an equal, / Whether he is or not.