‘ When the morning light takes hold on the ends of the earth, ’ God says, ‘ the earth transforms itself like clay under a seal, and things take their station as in clothing. ’
Perëndia thotë: ‘ Kur drita e mëngjesit zapton skajet e tokës, kjo shndërrohet si argjila kur vuloset, dhe gjithçka shfaqet e stolisur si me petka të bukura. ’